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Chapter 7: Just a Cheap Ornament
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2026-04-21 22:43:18
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I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding Chapter 7: Just a Cheap Ornament
The silence in the Grand Hyatt ballroom was thick enough to feel. The guests, who had spent the last hour praising Penelope and Arthur, were now frozen. All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me.Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table.She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace."Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you after yesterday. I’m so glad to see you’ve... found someone to take care of you so quickly."She reached us in a few hurried steps. As she got closer
I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding Chapter 6: Entering the Lion’s Den
The Grand Hyatt ballroom was a sea of black ties and silk gowns. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a sharp, artificial light over Banyan City’s wealthiest families. The air was a mix of expensive perfume and the smell of chilled champagne. It was the kind of event where reputations were made or destroyed over a single conversation.In the center of the room, Penelope was the center of attention. She was leaning into Arthur, her hand resting on his arm as if to mark her territory. A group of younger socialites surrounded them, their voices high and eager."You really are brave, Penelope," one girl said, sipping from a flute of champagne. "I don't think I could have handled the drama yesterday. You and Arthur clearly belong together."Penelope lowered her head, playing the role of the humble victim. "It was difficult, of course. But you can't help who you love. Scarlett... well, she’s always been very focused on business. I think she forgot that a marriage needs a
I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding Chapter 5: The Banquet Invitation
The news of the Mevoy boutique incident spread through Banyan City’s elite circles like a fever. By dinner time, everyone was talking about the woman who had walked into a high-end store in a plain polo shirt and bought out the entire inventory with a King’s Black Card. The Pierce family tried to spin the story as a misunderstanding, but the damage was done.Arthur Sterling was in a much worse position. While the city gossiped, he was drowning in legal notices. The lawyers from the King Empire were ruthless. They didn’t just ask for the ten million dollars; they demanded it within a twenty-four-hour window, backed by a pile of breach-of-contract penalties. For a man whose assets were tied up in stalled developments, it was a death sentence.That evening, I was in Alexander’s study. The room was large, lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that held volumes older than the Pierce family’s entire lineage. I sat on a leather sofa with a glass of dark red wine, reading a report on the St
I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding Chapter 4: The Slap at Mevoy
Mevoy Avenue was quiet. It was the kind of silence that only money could buy. To even walk through the main doors, you needed a membership that required a fifty-thousand-dollar monthly spend. I didn't come here for the status; I came for the air conditioning and a distraction. Alexander had given me a heavy, matte-black card this morning. He didn't say much, just told me to "look the part."I was dressed in a plain white polo shirt and simple tailored trousers. No logos. No flashing jewelry. I wanted to move through the stores without being followed by sales associates.I stopped at a boutique called Mevoy Elite. Inside, the lighting was soft and the air smelled like expensive sandalwood. I saw a black silk dress hanging near the back. It was simple, elegant, and perfectly cut. I reached out to touch the fabric, feeling the cool silk against my skin."Look at this. I didn't think they let people in here without a deposit anymore."I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. Penel
I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding Chapter 3: Leaving the Snake Pit
The Pierce mansion had always felt cold. Even with the heaters running and the sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the air inside was thin. It was a house built on hollow prestige and my father’s greed. I pulled up to the front gates in one of Alexander King’s black sedans. I wasn't here to make amends. I was here to take what was mine and burn the bridge behind me.I walked through the heavy mahogany doors. The lobby was quiet, except for the clinking of china. In the center of the room, Victoria, my stepmother, was sitting on a velvet sofa. She was pouring tea with the practiced grace of someone who had spent decades pretending to be royalty. My father sat opposite her, his face buried in a newspaper. Penelope sat next to them. Her eyes were red and puffy, but the moment she saw me, her expression shifted. The fake sadness vanished, replaced by a look of sheer triumph."Oh, look who decided to crawl back," Victoria said. she didn't even look up from her teacup. "Scar
I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding Chapter 2: Signing the Contract
The black Rolls-Royce moved silently away from the cathedral. Inside, the air was cool and smelled of expensive leather. It was a sharp contrast to the humid, flower-scented chaos I had just left behind. I sat by the window, watching the city blur past. I didn't feel like a bride. I felt like a soldier who had just changed fronts.Next to me, Alexander King was looking at a tablet. He didn't look like a man who had just picked up a wife at a failed wedding. He looked like he was closing a routine business merger."Thomas," Alexander said quietly. He didn't look up from the screen.The man in the front passenger seat turned around. I hadn't noticed him much before, but now I saw his professional, alert expression. He was middle-aged and wore a sharp gray suit."Yes, Mr. King?" Thomas replied."The folder."Thomas handed a thin leather map over the seat. Alexander took it and dropped it onto my lap. The weight of it felt heavy against my silk skirts."That is our preliminary agreement,"
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