Discarded Fiancée: The Ruthless Billionaire's Obsession

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Rover slams shut. She ignores the biting autumn wind of Boston that just whipped through her thin coat at Lo

urity guards to park here, freezes. Her hands grip the

o is high-definition. No blur. No room for misunderstanding. It

the heavy SUV lurches forward, tires screeching against the asphalt be

completely flat. It doesn't sound like

the highway with violent speed. "That hypocritical, lying piece of trash! The Langley family parades

useous. Her stomach twists into a tight, painful knot, but she refuses to let her hands shake. She press

, staring blindly at the blurred taillights of the cars ahead.

running down her spine at the abs

ouse. The sudden absence of light feels heavy. Jeannette unbuckles her seatbelt with

kicks off her heels. She steps barefoot onto the plush Persian rug, completely ignoring

callan and pours two fingers of neat whiskey into heavy crystal glasses. She shove

lp. The alcohol burns a fiery path down her throat, settling like ho

press right now," Eleano

hud. "A photo isn't enough. The Langley PR machine will spin it. They'l

ates her pale face. Her fingers fly across the keyboard, pulling up the detailed asset lis

for?" Eleanor asks, le

y lock onto a specific address. A private luxury apartment on the Upper

and zooms in on the background. "Look at the headboard. Look at the custom nightst

pulls out a sleek, black keycard. She slaps it onto t

o secrets," Jeannette says, a bitter, hollow laug

me you're not about to pull that same crazy stunt you used to crash those billionaire yacht par

ther passed. She rapidly types out a message to an old family fixer, someone who specializes in the grey areas of high society. She

h. "That's a felony. You're cr

voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I need you to use your media conta

ng her bottom lip. "The

s eyes with her best friend. The i

r breathes out

first flight out in the morning from Boston to New York. Departure is at d

anor begs. "You look like

own on the table, the crystal ringing loudly. "The fir

chimes. The l

a fraction of an inch. She takes the black package, rips it open on the kitchen isla

k. She strips off her travel clothes and pulls on a pair

at her-cold, exhausted, and lethal. She looks down at her left hand. She grabs the five-carat diamond engagem

ind her. Jeannette steps alone