Revenge Of The Discarded Fiancée

with just a few words, they were anonymo

nger. The Ophi

harismatic CEO of Miller Tech, the man I had loved and supported for seven years. I was already feeling o

an for the door, not even stopping to change out of my simple dress. The thought of Liam in da

-stakes gambling and dangerous deals. The taxi dropped me at a nondescript black door in a dark alley, and after I gave Liam'

I saw

glittering black dress. Her name was Isabella Ross, a notorious poker player I' d only seen in magazines. On the table in front of her were chips worth m

d I stumbled, falling to the floor. My head hit the leg of a table with a sickening crack. Pain flared through my skull, and the

, not even glancing in my direct

heart that was worse than any physical pain. The heavy oak door was slightly ajar. As I p

ed up, Liam. Loyal, but ultimatel

I walked into the room, my hand pressed against the cut on my forehea

ere?" he asked, as if

et?" The words felt

night. "Our relationship was convenient, Olivia. You were a

ld barely breathe, but a strange clarity cut through it. I saw the news on

I'll do it. I'll be your trophy wife, I'll stand by your side and smile for the cameras." I took a breath.

s gave out from under me. I collapsed onto the expensive rug, and the last thing I saw was Liam looking down at me, his fac