The Billionaire's Curvy Revenge Bride

Riya's POVI knew this day. I had lived it once before.Kelvin wasn't coming, within minutes, someone would murmur to the pastor that the groom had been "delayed." By noon, the whole hall would know that Kelvin had sent me a single line: Hannah's been in an accident. I'm at the hospital. I'll explain later. And I had believed every word. Hannah had been in the bridal suite with me that very morning, fixing my veil and laughing at my nerves. It never crossed my mind to wonder how she could have been hurt between breakfast and noon.Back then, I had stood at this altar for two humiliating hours while my guests pitied me. Then I had gone home and apologized to the man who left me standing here.Never again.I gathered my skirts and slipped away while the murmurs grew, nodding stiffly at guests who looked at me as though I were a wounded animal. Behind the wall of flowers near the side door, I found a corner where no one could see me. My hands trembled so badly that it took three tries t

Riya's POVIt had been three weeks since Kelvin was arrested for trying to cut me open.Three weeks, and he was already free.The police had no choice. On paper, I had signed a consent form, complete with my signature and my handprint, agreeing to donate my bone marrow to a "dying friend." The hospital swore that I had signed willingly. My lawyer swore the document was forged. In the end, the judge threw up his hands and called it insufficient evidence.The only thing I had managed to win was a restraining order. Kelvin was not allowed within ten feet of me, which felt like a very thin wall between me and a man who had already tried to carve me up once.It bought me breathing room, at least. Room to think about what I would do to Hannah.I pushed through the glass doors of the Rutherfurd Group's headquarters with dark circles under my eyes and a plain gray dress that I had thrown on without thinking. Every night since the hospital, I had woken with a scream trapped in my throat, tangl