On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

Chapter 6

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teps back. His tie was loose, and the collar at the back of his neck was dark w

window, then finally to me. "That little-she hung up on me,

t onto the desk. It skidded across the wood,

she thin

es. His skin was hot; the pulse beneath my finger

haust yourself over this. She's not worth it-a dis

gently. He couldn't aff

e do now?

already reached out to Mrs. Beaumont through a contact. I'm arranging a fam

the whole trick: I told Derek Fields what he w

st Kathrine, I already

hought she could land him. My poor, stupid Molly-she almost destroye

e sacrificial pawn. She had nothing better wa

ad for years, but her money sat there, tied to Kathrine's name, useless t

and started pacing again. "Kathrine said no

he type you have to coax, not force. The louder you are,

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umont is the best choice f

. The word "best"

moment, his fatherly instinct seeme

low is bleeding out, and we both know it. We need Beaumont Group's investment, and we need it now. If Kathrine marries i

struggle. But in the end, greed

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rous phone call, I had asked him to look into Kathrine's

ncing a cash flow shortage. Mrs. Sharpe's father, Derek Fields, is likely pressuring her to e

d. They were pla

humb striking the screen

EO of Beaumont Group. Tell him I'll be having dinner

was immediate

thrine was slowly eating her dessert, obli

ng the sweetness of a girl her age, as if not

r-ensuring she could always eat her desser

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next season's New York Kings spons

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On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

Mattie Valelly Romance

“I sat alone at the upscale restaurant for an hour, waiting to finalize the details of my engagement party. Then, my fiancé's assistant called to tell me Earl wasn't coming. My stepsister, Molly, had suffered another perfectly timed "emergency," and Earl was at the hospital holding her hand. This was the fifth time this month. I was the one who saved his family's sinking business, but lately, he just called me "too aggressive," preferring Molly's fake, wide-eyed helplessness. "Poor Molly, so glad Earl was there for her," read the caption on her victorious hospital selfie. To make matters worse, my stepfather called, screaming at me to attend a dinner and apologize to a notorious creep just to clean up Molly's latest social mess. In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter or a partner. I was just a sacrificial asset to be used and discarded. The humiliation and betrayal made my blood run cold. I had given them my everything, only to be treated like garbage. But this time, I didn't beg or cry. "Tell him we're over," I said to the assistant, and blocked Earl's number. I went to City Hall alone in the dead of night to bury my wasted years, only to bump into a breathtakingly dangerous stranger who had just coldly ended his own engagement. He looked at me with ice-blue eyes and proposed the most insane idea I had ever heard. "I need a fiancée. You need a shield. A contract." I looked at the billionaire stranger, took a deep breath, and changed my fate. "I agree."”