Left Behind: I Married His Billionaire Rival

For three years, I was the secret girlfriend of Asher Sterling, hidden away in his penthouse under the guise of him protecting me from the vicious press. But while I was bedridden with a severe flu, I saw his latest Instagram post. He was publicly kissing my stepsister, Isabelle, announcing their official engagement to the world. I finally understood I was never his "secret treasure," but merely a convenient placeholder until his real prize returned from abroad. My own mother and stepfather sided with them, trying to hold my inheritance hostage to please the Sterlings, and even letting the newly engaged couple defile my late father' bed in my family home. The humiliation and grief quickly burned away into a white-hot rage. I refused to be the pathetic, discarded secret who walked away with nothing. Wiping my tears, I accepted a blind date my mother had arranged and proposed a marriage of convenience to the brutally handsome billionaire, Julian Sinclair. That very night, we got our marriage certificate at City Hall. Now, as Mrs. Sinclair, it was time to reclaim my home and make them all pay.

I stared at the two red lines on the pregnancy test, hoping this tiny heartbeat would finally save my cold, three-year marriage to Kayson Logan. But when he returned from his long business trip, he brought the sweet scent of another woman's perfume, a brutal assault, and a divorce agreement. The financial settlement was entirely under the name of his first love, Alyce Murray. He tossed a box of Plan B onto the table, staring at me with absolute disgust. "Take it. If you try to get pregnant behind my back, you will walk away with nothing, and you will never see that child." The next day, I saw him at the maternity clinic, carefully guarding a pregnant Alyce as if she were made of glass. His family mocked me for being a barren, pathetic loser, cheering as I was kicked out of the house. He didn't hate children. He just hated the idea of having one with me. My three years of devotion were nothing but a joke. He even ordered his men to hunt down the legendary underground surgeon-my hidden alter ego-just to save Alyce's complicated pregnancy. Why should I risk my life to save the woman who destroyed my marriage? I spat out the pill he forced me to take and signed the divorce papers without a second thought. I smashed the multi-million-dollar diamond ring he gave me right at his sister's feet. "Keep the garbage bought by a man who sleeps with other women." Then, I walked away, ready to embrace my true identity and protect my baby alone.

Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. My parents stood over my unrecognizable body in the marsh, complaining that I hadn't returned their calls. To my father, the lead detective, and my mother, the Chief Medical Examiner, I was just another "Jane Doe" who made bad life choices. While I watched as a ghost, my mother scoffed at the silver bracelet on my wrist-the one I made for her-calling it "tacky street trash." They spent the morning dissecting my injuries, all while praising my adopted sister, Hope, and grumbling about how I was "acting out" by missing her violin recital. They called me irresponsible and ungrateful, unaware that I had been kidnapped and murdered as revenge for one of my father's old cases. I screamed silently as they dismissed my death as the result of a "rebellious lifestyle." The insults only stopped when they found the waterproof capsule in my stomach. My father' s hands trembled as he read the note inside: "An eye for an eye, Detective Hood." Then, my mother saw the scar on my flank-the unmistakable mark of the kidney donation I had given to their perfect daughter.

Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. I lay dying on a hospital gurney, my internal organs crushed from shielding my sister during the crash. Yet, my parents were down the hall, cooing over Estrella' s minor scratches while ignoring my fading pulse. "She' s faking it for attention," my father spat. "She' ll regret this stunt when she gets home." When the nurse frantically told them I was gone, my mother didn't shed a tear. She laughed. "Nice try," she sneered at the nurse. "Tell Carolina to stop playing dead. It' s pathetic." My spirit watched helplessly as they turned my funeral into a performance, painting me as the "difficult" child who finally ruined their lives. I thought my suffering was over, but then a violent pull dragged me back from the void. I opened my eyes in a stranger's body-Claire Tillman, a billionaire heiress betrayed by her fiancé. Now armed with a new face and unlimited resources, I realized I had a second chance. I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to destroy the fiancé who wronged Claire, and then I was coming for the family that let me die.

For seven years, I was his property. The lover and most trusted operative of Damian Benjamin, Veridian City' s ruthless kingpin. I took bullets for him, balanced his bloody books, and foolishly mistook his possessiveness for love. Then, he ordered me to seduce his rival, Earl Reid. It was all a cruel scheme to win the heart of another woman. I followed his orders, luring Earl into a hotel suite at a gala, only for Damian to burst in with the press. He publicly shamed me, leaving me naked and exposed as his true love called me trash. My seven-year devotion was shattered by the man I thought was my savior. But as the camera flashes blinded me, Earl Reid, the man I was sent to destroy, shielded my body from the world. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, and made an announcement that sealed my fate. "We're getting married."

My soul floated above the cold asphalt, watching my own naked body lying lifelessly on the street. I was 30, a successful architect, but all I heard were whispers of judgment-that I' d thrown my life away for Olivia. Everyone knew she never loved me, that she was always with Daniel. To die like this, discarded and forgotten, was nothing short of a pathetic waste. Then, a strange, swirling pain, and I woke up not dead, but screaming, my left hand wrapped in a bloody rag. A finger was freshly severed. Before me, tied to a chair, was Daniel. And holding a bloody knife, cold and impatient, stood Olivia. My mind reeled: this was ten years ago, the very day my life began its downward spiral. The kidnapping, the torture, the moment Olivia chose Daniel over me, leaving me for dead. The memory of my actual death, the whispers of strangers judging my wasted life, burned clearer than any past pain. I watched her look at Daniel, her choice already made in her eyes, just like before. I was nothing to her. I had always been nothing. The desperate love, the years of pining-it all turned to ashes. Why was I back? Why was I forced to relive this cruel charade, knowing the tragic end it led to? The injustice, the utter pointlessness of my devotion, fueled a cold, hard fury I' d never known. This time, something inside me snapped. This time, I wouldn' t beg. This time, I' d escape. I' d use every shred of memory I had from the future I' d just left, every bitter lesson learned, to break free and forge a life entirely my own, a life where Olivia had no place.