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Nine Rejected Marriages, I Wed My Ex's Rival

Mattie Valelly

Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.

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The night was always the beginning of the city's splendor. Some people wanted to enjoy and relax after the day's hard work while some wanted to celebrate something. And the best place to promote this splendor was the jovial and passionate Flame Bar. In this place, you couldn't feel the night at all. Young men and women filled the dance floor, shaking and twisting their bodies to the beat of the ear-splitting music. There were also some private rooms that accommodated guests from the upper class.

The door of the best VIP room was pushed open, and a group of young people walked in. The man at the forefront was the youngest but the most powerful figure in J City.

He had a perfect figure comparable to European male models and a handsome and charming appearance. The corners of his mouth also habitually curved into a faint smile. He stood out from the crowd. Upon seeing such a perfect man, even the male species couldn't help but turn their heads and glance at him a few more times.

The moment he walked into the private room, Kyng Shen, who was sitting on the sofa and lecturing the manager of the bar, saw him. Kyng soothed his anger, walked up to him, and greeted him with a warm smile. "Ryan, you are as punctual as always."

The man that Kyng called Ryan smiled and said, "My grandpa is a soldier and demands that I be punctual. I have been living with him since I was a child. I won't ever tolerate lateness."

Upon hearing his words, Kyng nodded his head in agreement.

Ryan Yan glanced at Kyng, but didn't say anything more. He just walked to the armchair and sat down.

Kyng couldn't see through Ryan's current mood, so he glared at the manager and said, "Hurry up, do what I've told you to do."

"Gentlemen, please wait a moment." The manager was scared out of his wits when he saw the look in Kyng's eyes.

After all, the man sitting in front of him was Ryan, the young man who could make everyone in J City tremble. And the man standing in front of him was Kyng, who was from the famous Shen family. Aside from being Ryan's best friend, Kyng was also the owner of Flame Bar. As a mere manager, how could he afford to offend these two big shots?

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