Jilted Bride: Marrying My Ex's Rival

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name: Emili

the billionaire heir Isolde had s

see the news? Be smart and leave him alone

een, and for a moment, t

the perfect partner, swallowing her pride, enduring his coldness, and telling herself that his obsession with Emilie was just him honoring his dead

yes. Her fingers trembled so violently that the phone nearly slipped from

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eyes darting to the empty space beside Isolde with thinly v

When she opened them a second later, the agonizing heartbreak was gone, replaced by a chillin

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was taken at JFK Airpor

t tight as he tenderly lifted a frail-looking Emilie Blackburn into a black limousine. Emi

rs: Rhodes Heir Abandons Wedding for Retur

f absolute, freezing disgust. He wasn't stuck in traffic. He wasn't in a meeting. He was at the airport, playing the hero to

's voice grew sharper. "

broken. She looked like a queen stepping down from a ruined thro

teady, terrifyingly calm. "He isn'

ook back at the clerk, or the whispering couples, o

walks with oil and grime. Isolde stepped out, the cold rain hitting her heated skin like tiny needle

ne rang

at the calle

or a second, bracing

erced Isolde's ear drum. "It's on every channel, Isolde! Every single

ough a puddle, the dirty water missing

seven years, and he leaves you at City Hall for the Blackburn girl?

hing. There was

ng from anger to calculation. "Esequiel Stone is looking for a wife. He doesn't ca

in the distance, a glass needle piercing the clouds. It was where

il, found the pending marriage agreement from the Stone family's legal team, and signed her name with a few swift strokes on her screen. Sh

as used to Isolde fighting, crying, begging for time. "You... agree? To marry

repeated, her voice void of

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urb, she hailed a

er rain-soaked white silk dress through the rearvie

gaze, her expre

Penthouse,

et arrived to take her to the Capital. Fifteen days to

gh the door armed with his flawless excuses, fully expecting he

cold glass of the window, watching

him

wait for an apology. Sh