Betrayed Bride, Billionaire's Beloved Queen

ending three years. I scanned the emp

lcome. Calls to Julian, father,

; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small

e for Clara's medical error, saving their company and future.

ick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Unders

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chest exactly like the judge's gavel had three years ago. That was the

d through the thin fabric of

lders. The cold was a physical assault, a sharp contrast to the suffocating

cross the desolate highway to

ered in a thick layer of dirty snow. There was

the warm anticipation in my c

in his hands. He had looked into my eyes and sworn that the very sec

g the freezing air into my l

fic delay was normal. I repeated the logical excus

e open the seal of the clear plasti

lt heavy and foreign in my hand after

ered, died, and then struggled to light up, ca

out a shrill beep, flashi

thumb shaking as I scrolled t

ear. The long, rhythmic ringing echoed in my ear, e

irecting me to voicemail. I bit down on my lowe

's number. Richard Vance a

ptly disconnected. A harsh busy signa

patience for me. Every ounce of his attention was always reserved for my

until it timed

snow directly into my face, the ice cry

ate for any explanation. A flat t

from three years ago, sent the night before my sentenci

ing of tears threatened to spill over, b

lesson of survival: you never

I opened the security tracking ap

cross the screen like a snail due to the ou

lue dot representing Julian was nowhere nea

om in, my eyebrows pulling

an exclusive, ultra-luxury private esta

iliar address, my brain working

. He would never take a random vacation to a

remaining. I immediately pressed the side buttons, taking a s

road. An old, beat-up yellow cab was creeping along the icy asphalt. I

seat. I looked at the rearview mirror, watching the massive

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