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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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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