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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While the car sped along, Jasper sat so close to Cassie that she could feel the intensity of his gaze, as if he might devour her at any second. Still, something in him fought back against that urge. He squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists, struggling to control himself.

Cassie felt stuck, not knowing what to do now. She considered pushing Jasper away, but the car was packed with his men, and she doubted she could defeat them all in a fight.

The idea of Jasper making a move on her unsettled her, making her heart race with anxiety.

Yet as she studied Jasper's face more closely, she realized it was not so bad to be kissed by him.

No one in Neerdale could rival Jasper's looks. He had sharp, striking features and eyes that drew people in, his nose and jaw perfectly sculpted. By comparison, Jordy looked downright unattractive. Perhaps her previous admiration for her "savior" had clouded her judgment, leading her to convince herself to escape her engagement to Jasper and run to Jordy.

Cassie just hoped that Jasper wouldn't remember she was the one who had run away from their engagement when he recovered.

Otherwise, she'd be in for a world of trouble.

As these thoughts tumbled through her mind, the Rolls-Royce rolled to a stop right in front of Central Hospital.

The moment the door swung open, Cassie spotted the medical team already waiting outside.

Clearly, someone had given them a heads-up.

Face red with embarrassment, Cassie wrestled Jasper off her and pressed him down on the waiting stretcher.

But Jasper's hand clamped onto her wrist with an unyielding grip, refusing to let go.

Finally, after the doctor administered two sedatives, Cassie managed to pry herself free from his grip.

She tried to slip away while everyone's attention was on Jasper, but before she could escape, one of Jasper's men walked over and blocked her path.

"Miss, you can't leave yet," he said.

Cassie instantly wished she had left Jasper in the hallway before anyone saw them.

"I'm a mess right now, and my clothes are sticking to me. I need to change," said Cassie.

"You may change in Mr. Sullivan's VIP hospital room. Someone will bring you something to wear in a moment."

The man's voice was firm enough to shut down any attempt at protest.

Jasper had clearly trained his subordinates well.

Muttering curses under her breath, Cassie trailed after the man into the hospital.

Inside the VIP hospital suite's bathroom, she slipped into the fresh clothes they brought. When she stepped out and faced the mirror at the dressing table, a long sigh escaped her.

Nothing about tonight had gone right. Jasper had kissed her, and now, she was stuck in the hospital. She could only hope Shawn got her message and went home so he wouldn't end up tangled in this mess. Jasper must not find out who she really was. If he did, the situation would become embarrassing.

Unfortunately, things didn't go as Cassie hoped. When Shawn didn't see her return, he went to the front desk and got her message. Once he realized she had left, something about the situation made him uneasy. He tried to use his status as a member of the powerful Lloyd family to access the surveillance footage in the club, but he failed.

That denial told him everything he needed to know.

If his family's influence wasn't even enough, then the situation had to involve Jasper, the man who owned the Apex Club.

Worried that Cassie might be on the receiving end of some kind of revenge from Jasper, Shawn called his brother right away. After laying out what had happened as quickly as he could, he added, "Brenton, do you think Jasper would actually go after Cassy just because she ran from their engagement two years ago?"

Brenton Lloyd didn't waste a second before replying, "You are overthinking this. I'll take care of it. Just go home."

"Alright," Shawn said.

A long sigh slipped out as Brenton ended the call.

He immediately dialed a number and waited for the line to connect. After a brief pause, someone picked up, their voice rough and unmistakable.

"I'm at Central Hospital," said Jasper, not bothering with pleasantries. He clearly knew what this call was about.

With his cigar burning down between his fingers, Brenton exhaled slowly and replied, "Mr. Sullivan, sorry about my sister causing you trouble tonight. I'll go and pick her up soon."

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I was the bankrupt socialite everyone pitied, standing in the mud at my mother's grave with nothing left but a pair of old Louboutins and a single white rose. My bank account was overdrawn by three hundred dollars, but I still believed Julian, my fiancé, was the one person who hadn't abandoned the toxic Compton name. Then I saw his Maybach shaking in the cemetery parking lot. Through a crack in the window, I heard the man I loved whispering to my stepsister, Tiffany. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I secure her voting proxy for the trust, I'm dumping her." Tiffany laughed, clutching the scarlet coat she'd charged to my own maxed-out credit card. "She's so pathetic, Julian. She actually thinks you love her." I didn't scream; I recorded them. But when I tried to use that leverage, my family turned into vipers. To protect Julian's status, they framed me for causing Tiffany to miscarry a fake pregnancy and planted stolen documents in my bag. My own father stood by as they locked me in a room, planning to sell me to a predatory creditor named Hightower to settle his gambling debts. I ended up in a freezing police cell, my ankle shattered and my reputation destroyed. I sat on that metal bench, shivering as I realized my own blood had traded my life for a check. I called the only man powerful enough to burn them all-Julian's uncle, the "Butcher of Wall Street," Alden Stark. The phone just kept ringing. He wasn't coming. To the world, I was just a walking bankruptcy filing, a girl who had finally run out of luck. I didn't wait for a savior. I escaped custody and ran barefoot through the rain, leaving a trail of blood on the marble floor of Stark Tower. When I collapsed at Alden's feet, he didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me like a rare, damaged artifact he finally owned. "Inform the board that this is my fiancée," he announced, lifting me into his arms. I signed the marriage contract that night, trading my freedom for the power to ensure my family's liabilities exceeded their assets for the rest of their natural lives.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Bought By The Coldhearted Media Mogul

7.7

My bank account was four hundred dollars in the red when my brother called me screaming from the most exclusive club in Manhattan. He said he was going to be killed or arrested, and I was the only one who could save him from the mess he’d made. When I arrived at The Onyx, I found my brother on his knees, accused of assaulting a high-profile socialite. But instead of begging for my help, he pointed a shaking finger at me and screamed, "It was her! My sister set the whole thing up because she wanted money!" The man watching the chaos from the shadows was Adrian Clemons—the billionaire CEO of the company where I worked as a lowly assistant. He didn't look at me with pity; he looked at me with a profound, exhausted disgust, as if I were a stain on his expensive rug. To save his own skin, my brother didn't just lie; he offered me up like a piece of tradeable property. "She'll do anything," he pleaded with the billionaire. "She’s clean, she’s obedient. Just don't send me to jail!" Adrian didn't call the police. Instead, he made a cold, terrifying business proposal: "Lend her to me for one year. I wipe your debt, and the cops stay away." My brother didn't even blink before he snapped, "Done. Take her." I was whisked away to City Hall in a silent Rolls Royce, signing a marriage license before I could even process the betrayal. I wasn't a bride; I was a "human asset" bought to help a cold-blooded monster secure his inheritance. The moment my hand accidentally brushed his during the signing, he recoiled as if I were contagious, his face turning a ghostly, panicked white. He made it clear that I was nothing more than a prop, a girl from the slums meant to spite his elitist mother. As the heavy iron gates of the Clemons estate slammed shut behind me that night, I realized I hadn't just saved my brother. I had entered a golden cage owned by a man who hated my touch, but owned my life for the next three hundred and sixty-five days.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.5

From Jilted Bride To Ruthless CEO

7.5

I was Jocelyn Cruz, heiress to a billion-dollar empire, and I was supposed to marry my childhood sweetheart, Jake. My father had groomed him to be my king, and our life was a storybook romance. But just before my 25th birthday gala, I saw him kissing Djuna-the fragile orphan my father took in, the woman I treated like a sister. Their betrayal ran deeper than I could imagine. They drugged me to cause a riding accident, then gaslit me to make me think I was losing my mind. At a public auction, Jake froze my accounts and bought a family heirloom I cherished, only to gift it to her in front of everyone, leaving me broken and humiliated. He wanted to shatter me, to turn me into a mindless puppet he could control. So when he played a secret video of me crying for him at my own birthday party, I didn't break. Instead, I smiled. Because I had my own recordings, and I was about to show everyone the vipers he and his "true love" really were.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.1

His Regret, Her Sudden Marriage

7.1

For seven years, I hid my identity as a wealthy heiress to be with my boyfriend, Ewing. I followed him across the country and made myself small so he could feel big. On Thanksgiving, he ditched our celebration for his first love, Bree, who supposedly had a "burst pipe." Later, she posted an intimate selfie with him, calling him her "hero." Then she sent me a video of him at a bar, laughing with his friends. "She's just being dramatic," he slurred, smirking at the camera. "A new necklace and she'll forget all about it. She's easy." Easy. Seven years of my life, my love, my sacrifice-all reduced to that one word. I realized I was never his partner. I was just a placeholder. I didn't cry. I packed my bags, booked a one-way flight to New York, and sent him one final text before blocking his number. "Don't bother coming home. I'm getting married."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Pregnant When My Husband Chose Her Over Me

9.7

After three years of marriage, Chloe is shocked when her billionaire husband, Eric, abandons her for his first love during a crisis. While he prioritizes his ex-girlfriend, Chloe discovers she is pregnant with his child. Heartbroken by his betrayal and cold indifference, she chooses to disappear to protect her baby. When Eric finally realizes the depth of his mistake, he begins a desperate search for the wife he so carelessly threw away.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Reborn At The Altar: Reject My Cruel Groom, Marry A Mysterious Tycoon

9.2

Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart. On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her. Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately. Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."

Billionaire Fantasy Romance

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