MARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE DON TO RUIN MY THREE BETRAYING FIANCÉS
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After being betrayed and left to die by the three mafia wards she raised, Shirley Chapman is reborn on her coming-of-age day. Instead of choosing one of the men who secretly love the penniless Amelia Jones, Shirley aligns with the ruthless Billionaire Don, Bruce Sullivan. Stripped of their wealth, the three traitors desperately cling to Amelia, only to discover her innocence is an elaborate lie. As their stolen empire crumbles and they turn against each other in the slums, Shirley rises as the ultimate Donna, watching them burn from her throne.
MARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE DON TO RUIN MY THREE BETRAYING FIANCÉS Chapter 1
Three men I was supposed to marry stood on the shoulder of the highway, brushing gravel out of one woman's hair.
The woman wasn't me.
I lay on the white line forty feet away, my ribs collapsing inward like a folding chair, blood spreading beneath my shoulder blades in a slow black tide. The truck that hit me was still skidding sideways, its trailer carving a long screaming arc across both lanes. None of them looked. Not Yoel. Not Liam. Not Nelson.
They were checking Amelia for a bruise.
The sky above me was pale blue, streaked with thin clouds, and on my fingertips — green dust. All that was left of my mother's emerald. Ninety years of Chapman history, ground into powder under a four-inch heel by a girl who'd been crying performance tears in my living room ten minutes earlier.
My vision tunneled. Sirens, somewhere. A horn. The smell of my own blood, copper and warm.
If I died on this road, the three men who'd been engaged to me for fifteen years would walk back to her arms. They'd marry her. They'd inherit everything my father built. They'd never even put my name on a headstone.
So I made a choice in the dark behind my eyes.
I wasn't going to die.
I was going to come back from this asphalt wearing a different name, on a different man's arm, and I was going to burn every one of them down to the foundation.
My name is Shirley Chapman.
And this is how I did it.
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MARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE DON TO RUIN MY THREE BETRAYING FIANCÉS of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3
Chapter 4 Ch. 4
Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.9
Seven years. Seven long years since I'd last set foot in New York City. The skyline stretched before me, a glittering canvas of ambition and betrayal. I stood on the balcony of our Manhattan penthouse, the cool evening air caressing my skin. My fingers absently traced the platinum band on my left hand—a habit I'd developed whenever the past threatened to overwhelm me. "You're thinking about them, aren't you?"
I didn't need to turn to know Leonardo had joined me. His presence was like a physical force, powerful and reassuring. The mate bond between us hummed with his concern. "They're just ghosts, Violet," he said, his arms encircling me from behind. His chin rested on my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck.
7.9
The scent of pine and mountain air clung to my skin as I stepped into the sprawling neutral-territory lodge. My heart fluttered with anticipation, one hand instinctively resting on my still-flat stomach where our future heir grew. Three weeks of morning sickness had confirmed what my wolf, Luna, had already whispered to me – I was carrying Michael's pup, the future Alpha of Silver Creek Pack. "He's going to be so happy," I whispered to my wolf, feeling her eager agreement pulse through our shared consciousness. *He'll finally look at us the way he did when we first mated,* Luna murmured inside my mind. I hadn't told anyone about my pregnancy, not even my mother back in the Moonstone Pack. This moment belonged to Michael first – my Alpha, my mate, the man who had swept me into his world three years ago with promises of devotion and protection. The marble floors echoed beneath my careful steps as I followed the familiar trail of Michael's scent – sandalwood and authority, a commanding presence that had always made my knees weak. The diplomatic meetings between packs had kept him away for nearly two weeks, and though he'd ordered me to stay at our pack house, I couldn't bear to wait another day to share our miracle. My fingers trembled slightly as I traced his scent down a long corridor lined with carved wooden doors.
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.4
My husband, Jeremiah, let me die from an allergic reaction because he couldn't pause his video game. He dismissed my kidnapping as a prank and refused to come to the hospital when I was miscarrying our child.
But the final straw came when he ordered doctors to carve skin from my body for his mistress's minor burn.
He thought he had broken me, but he was wrong. I exposed his affair, took his company, and left him with nothing.
Years later, he crashed my wedding to another man, begging for a second chance. "Elena lied to me! She manipulated me! It was always you, Celina!"
I looked at the monster who had destroyed my life, my family, and my child.
Then I picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over his head.
9.4
It had been nine years of being tangled up with Max. On my birthday, his girlfriend crashed the party, declaring they were meant to be together and that I should consent to a divorce for their happiness. Max watched indifferently, expecting me to handle the situation as I always had with his difficult partners. But that day, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. I stood up, gave him a smile, and said, "I'm going to get some fresh air in the garden."
Max barely noticed, likely thinking I was off to cry in solitude. But an hour passed, then two, then three, and I didn’t return. He came looking for me. All he found was a burnt cigarette and a ring in the garden. That's when he knew. I wasn't coming back.
8.4
May Boston is a sassy, powerful woman who owns the biggest fashion agency in the city. Her perfectly controlled world is thrown into chaos when she crosses paths with Luca, a homeless man suffering from amnesia.
Out of pity, and curiosity, she lets him live with her. What she does not expect is to be bossed around in her own house, treated like a subordinate, and willingly doing everything he asks. Slowly, without realizing it, May falls deeply in love with him.
That turns out to be her greatest mistake.
Because before Luca lost his memory, he was the ruthless king of the largest Mafia group in Italy, Oliver de Luca
