Betrayed, I Became The Ruthless Billionaire's Wife

doned Br

ral. Stella Hayes stood alone at the altar, the weight of her satin gown a sudden, suffocating armor. Her

as l

er late. Not on

m. The air, thick with the scent of lilies and old stone, was heavy in her lungs. She

ry eyes, leaned in. "Perhaps we shoul

re." The words were an assertion, not a prayer. She would no

r brother, his best man, stumbled in. His face was pale, his tie askew. He didn't look

es echoing on the marble. He stopped in fr

ed, his voice cracki

ained-glass windows blur

mered, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "He can't m

landed, and the air left her lung

he were underwater. Five years of her life, every sacrifice for Brandon's career, every late night of support

ighten. She would not faint.

number. Her hand was steady as she pulled it out.

it for hi

triumph, slithered through the line. "Brandon'

s of suspicion she had brushed aside-the late-ni

was audible. "He feels terrible, of course. But he said he just c

lculated incision. A wave o

hung

burned away everything else, lea

the tragic figu

rned to face the stunned crowd. Her voi

e will not be

p rippled throug

ut I came here to get married today." Her voice gained stre

and walked. She did not run. She walked down the aisle, head held hi

er vision cleared, she saw a cluster of men in sharp suits huddled around a black seda

ed when he saw her, a bride emerging from the cathedral alone. He looked less sho

across the sun-

d in the ashes of her life. It

s per

sen. From now on, she

d walking