After Three Years in Prison, I Married the Ruthless Billionaire

like being dragged from the deep sea onto dry land. Her eyelids were heavy.

. The dim light of the h

oversized white shirt. It wasn't hers. The collar w

herself into a sitting position. This was a strange room

bucket. Her memory of last night was fractured. She only remembered celebrating h

to her feet, searching for her phone

ooked

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irt had been torn apart, exposing his bare chest. His belt was unfastened, hanging crookedly from his trousers. Blood matted the ha

he trembled, stumbling backward

e door burst open w

blinding her. The roar of repo

r, who is th

ou kil

of you havin

a lover'

wall of strangers crowding the doorway. Confusion f

e at the front of the pack. Brandan's f

were supposed to announce our engagement tomorrow! How

d a hand out to him, desperate for help, for an expl

she said, her voice dripping with disappointment. "Ever since I became the Design Director at Sinclair Group, you've been drinking, lashing

her. Her gaze shifted between Brandan and Jessica, and in the dept

.." Chloe's voice trembled

ficially announce the end of my engagement to Chloe Sinclair! I will never

s snapped around Chloe's wrists. She didn't

omous whisper only Chloe could hear. "Chloe, from now on, everything

her, then shoved her off balance. Chloe fell to one knee, her cuffed hand

loe's ears as pain shot up her arm. Her ha

e she quickly replaced it with a look of alarm

s she struggled on the floor, a tiny glint

way in the chaos. A canary with spread wings, encr

elong to the dead man on the floor. Th

her throbbing fingers around the cufflink. The edge bit

ite the pain, guarding the tiny piece of evidence as if it w

mory. The cufflink was the last bit of

he media. "I can't believe my cousin would do something like t

Chloe. The disheveled clothes, the fabricated messages found on her phone, her

ir voices choked with tears as they described t

fter their secret encounter turned violent. The jury convicted her of vol

ly when her eyes met Jessica's did the bur

ison uniform. Everything that was Chloe Sinclair was strip

transferring it from one garment to the next whenever necessary. For three years, she kept it clo

She had lost everything: her reputation, her