Heartbroken By My Deceitful Savior, Healed By My Arranged Groom

Born into privilege, Cassie grew up shielded and adored, the pampered daughter of a powerful family-until she bolted from an arranged wedding and married her so-called savior, Jordy. For two years she hustled for his dreams, looked after his dying mother, and traded silk gowns for cheap aprons, only to be rewarded with lies, cheating, and cruel humiliation. After their divorce, she rose as a blazing star in business and love, turning heads wherever she went-just in time for her discarded ex-fiancé to reappear. "When you ran from our wedding, Cassie, did you ever see this coming?"

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Cassie could hardly believe her luck. She was just about to get a divorce and came out for a night to forget everything, only to stumble right into the arms of the man she had been supposed to get engaged to years ago.

It almost felt like fate was playing a cruel joke on her.

She considered slipping away quickly, but the way Jasper was looking at her made her hesitate.

With one arm braced against the wall, Jasper leaned in close, his eyes clouded but locked onto hers.

Was there a flicker of recognition in them, or was she imagining it?

It seemed unlikely that he recognized her. After all, she had run out on him the very day they were supposed to get engaged; they had never met before. If it weren't for all the magazine covers and television interviews of him, she doubted she would have even recognized him tonight.

Before Cassie could gather her thoughts, Jasper's hand clamped down on her shoulder. His fingers slid up her back, and without warning, his burning lips crashed into hers.

Cassie froze, stunned as her eyes widened.

In her shock, Jasper took full advantage, pressing in and deepening the kiss.

"Jasper!" Cassie exclaimed, wrenching her head away as she dug her nails into his wrist. "Snap out of it! Look at me! Do you know who I am?"

Judging by the fog in his eyes and the wild way he moved, it was obvious to her that he wasn't himself—someone must have drugged him.

Right now, she didn't have the time to think about who was responsible. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but the guilt in her chest made her feel reluctant to just abandon him like this.

After all, she had already abandoned him once two years ago, leaving him humiliated. Their families had managed to stay on good terms, but her guilt lingered.

Jasper's striking features drew closer again, and this time, he didn't aim for her lips; he bit her cheek.

"Ouch!" Cassie exclaimed in pain. She hadn't expected him to bite her so hard, and she was certain it left a mark.

Jasper's hand inched beneath her shirt, but Cassie avoided his touch and dug her fingers deep into his side.

The sudden jolt of pain snapped Jasper out of his daze.

His eyes cleared, sharp and focused as he stared at Cassie.

Before Cassie could catch her breath or say a word, several men hurried over.

"Mr. Sullivan, are you okay?" one of them asked, panic written all over his sweaty face. It was clear that things had spiraled far beyond their control—someone had managed to drug their boss right under their watch.

"Take me to the hospital. Now. And she's coming with us," Jasper ordered, forcing the words out before everything went black and he fainted.

Cassie wanted no part in any of this, but it was obvious Jasper suspected her involvement in the matter and didn't want her running off. He probably worried she'd spread word of what had happened if she left.

Understanding his reasoning didn't make her feel any better. If she left now, what about Shawn?

He was still at their table, waiting for her to return.

With no other option, Cassie waited for the moment the group focused on Jasper. As they passed the front desk, she managed to leave a message for Shawn, telling him something had come up and that he should head back without her.

Those men barely noticed her quick move. In moments, she was whisked out the front door and into a black Rolls-Royce waiting by the curb.

As soon as he was settled in the car, Jasper began to stir. He fumbled for Cassie's shoulder, holding on tightly, then moved in even closer. Cassie looked at him, bewildered, as he suddenly pressed his face to her neck and sank his teeth into her skin.

"Ouch!" She winced in pain.

Why on earth was Jasper biting people when he was drugged?

Cassie's cry of pain didn't elicit any reaction from the others in the car. They pretended not to notice anything.

Otherwise, once Jasper recovered, they would face severe consequences.

Jasper leaned in once more, and with Cassie cornered against the seat, she had nowhere to escape. He began to cover her earlobes, cheeks, and lips with rough, desperate kisses...

Just as he was about to do more to her, Cassie seized his hand, forcing him to stop.

She shouted at the front, "Drive faster! Mr. Sullivan needs treatment now!"

By now, she could no longer pretend she didn't know him. If they didn't hurry and get Jasper to a hospital, she was afraid he might cross the line.

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During my pregnancy, my husband Gunnar insisted on hiring a beautiful nanny to care for me. Initially, I was hesitant, but Gunnar reassured me, saying, “Miss Vargas graduated from a top nursing school with a wealth of experience. If you ever feel unwell, you won’t have to rush to the clinic so often.” However, a few days later, while I was giving my baby a prenatal lesson, I twisted my back. I called out several times for Ashlynn, but she never came. Struggling, I made my way to the door, only to hear heavy breathing from the other side, which made my face go pale. The door shook slightly, accompanied by the soft sound of jazz music, making it difficult to discern without getting closer. “Is this place exciting for you, Gunnar?” I heard her say. "It's really exciting, no wonder they say you have plenty of experience," Gunnar responded. It turns out her skills weren’t just in nursing—they extended to sneaking around too. Feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen, I was about to open the door when a phone rang.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.2

After My Husband Proposed to His Mistress Publicly

8.2

On my thirtieth birthday, the award-winning songwriter released a new track. My husband, Mathias Thomas, announced to the media that the song was titled "Rachel," dedicated to someone special. Shortly after, Rachel Griffin, a new singer, tweeted: “Thank you, Mathias, for the debut gift. I really love it. @MathiasThomas” The picture she shared showed her singing in a recording studio. Mathias retweeted, commenting, “Destiny brought us together; may your journey to stardom be successful.” Quietly, I liked both tweets and then messaged Connor Wheeler, who was overseas: "Connor, I’d love to join your team and head abroad for the shoot." ============================== Mathias came home smelling of alcohol, calling my name. When he opened the door and saw me lying in bed, he paused for a moment. “Why didn’t you make me something for the hangover?” I kept my eyes closed and didn’t reply. Mathias nudged my arm, saying, “Leanna, I need some hangover soup.” I opened my eyes reluctantly, my voice steady. “The recipe is in the kitchen cabinet.” “Aren’t you going to make it for me?” he frowned, looking frustrated.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

He Return of the Discarded Heiress

9.0

For three years, I wasn't a foster child. I was a living, breathing cure. Hidden away in the attic of the Thomas mansion, my sole purpose was to keep their precious daughter alive. Every week, they drained my blood to treat her rare disease, leaving me anemic, scarred, and invisible. I was the "walking blood bag" from the wrong side of the tracks-a stray they'd reluctantly taken in. The day Katharina was finally cured, I overheard the truth. "That walking blood bag has served her purpose," the grandmother hissed. "We are done with her." They threw me out into a freezing rainstorm, tossing a crumpled check at my feet like a tip for a beggar. Payment, they said, for the years I'd "leeched" off their family. Payment for the six thousand milliliters of blood they'd stolen, for the chronic anemia, for the scars. I shredded their charity in front of their faces and walked into the storm. They laughed, screaming that I'd be back, that I'd be begging on the streets by morning. But as I stood alone on that dark road, my world shifted. A sleek, black Rolls-Royce pulled up in silence. The door opened, and my real family stepped out. I wasn't a stray from the slums. I was their lost heiress. And the Thomases are about to learn that the girl they bled dry is now the one holding all the power.

Billionaire Modern

7.5

Her Last Name, His Claim

7.5

She left him five years ago, long before he became the ruthless billionaire the world now fears. Now she's ready to marry again but first, she needs his signature. Except Enzo Wayne doesn't plan to let go. He's waited five years to remind her what belonging means. One signature, one demand, one impossible month..and one question neither of them wants to answer: What if she never stopped loving him?

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

My Fiancé Stole My Research to Give His Mistress Fame

8.1

I stood outside Cassian's office, my hand poised to knock on the mahogany door. The wedding planner's portfolio was tucked under my arm, filled with seating charts and floral arrangements for our ceremony—just one month away. Ten years of devotion had led to this moment. Ten years of molding myself into the woman I thought he wanted. The door was slightly ajar. Strange. Cassian hated interruptions. "Mr. Edwards, I've finished reviewing the quarterly reports," came a woman's voice from inside. Jolie Ramos.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

My Runaway Groom's Billionaire Cousin

7.7

I stood in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown, waiting to seal the merger of the century between the Singleton and English families. Everything was perfect, fragile, and obscenely expensive. But minutes before the ceremony, my brother burst into the bridal suite looking like he’d seen a ghost. He handed me a crumpled note from Jeffery, the man I was supposed to marry. "I can’t do it," the note read. "I’m choosing love." Jeffery had fled to Paris with another woman, leaving me to face two thousand guests and a family legacy that would plummet forty percent by Monday morning. Harrison Singleton, the family patriarch, didn't offer sympathy; he offered a cold ultimatum. The wedding would happen, with or without Jeffery. He stepped aside to reveal Declan Singleton, the "Wolf of Wall Street" who had spent the last year ruthlessly stripping my father’s companies for parts. To save my family from bankruptcy, I had to walk down the aisle and marry the man I hated most. At the altar, Declan didn’t just say "I do"; he claimed me with a kiss so possessive it felt like a sentencing. The humiliation was physical, a knife twisting in my gut as the world watched the "hostile takeover" of my life. I was a spoil of war, traded to a predator who believed in leverage over love. Then, Jeffery called, weeping about his mistake and begging to come back. I looked at the massive, perfectly-sized diamond Declan had already prepared for me and realized this wasn't a coincidence. I wiped away my tears and straightened my emerald silk. If I had to live in a cage, I was going to make sure I had the sharpest teeth. "Let's go to war," I whispered to my new husband.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Heartbroken By My Deceitful Savior, Healed By My Arranged Groom

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