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

Chapter 8

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ds video-called me. They appeared to be

Who did you marry? Weren't you supposed to call off the engagement with Blair today?" Jude Sterli

t City Hall this morn

Sinclair, another friend, stared at me in disbelief. "This

I said, my tone unusually earnest, le

r than Blair Montgomery? From a better fa

he window at the nightscape, a faint

eyes. I knew they had never seen me wear that expression for any woman in all the y

But what about that top-tier VIP card to Aurelia? That card is one

gave it to her." My voice was soft, bu

rine

ustion. It felt as though I had traveled through t

whirlwind marriage-the thoughtfulness and mystery of my new h

ips. The luxury of Aurelia felt like a distant

my bizarre day, and sank into a hot bath, tr

looked the same as I had this morning, but I knew my life h

yself in a towel whe

e at this hour? My first thought was that my f

oor and peered thr

elia, the one who had been so

or hesitantly.

en at the restaurant. "Good evening, Mrs. Sharpe.

elegant black velvet

ard lay on a bed of silk. The word "Aurelia" was emb

you will enjoy the highest level of privileges at any Aurelia location worldwide, including

felt impossibly heavy

My husband. Who

out, I leaned against th

nd ask. But as I reached for my phone, I remembered his demeanor today and suspected

my pajamas, and was about to turn off

ped a beat. W

e peephole and pe

, I held

ian Sharpe himself. And in his hands, he

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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."”