All Chapters of Once Discarded, I Married His Dearest Daddy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

It was finally the day she had always imagined. Diane stood in front of the full-length mirror in their luxurious bedroom, adjusting the strap of her silver gown one last time. The fabric hugged her figure perfectly, catching the light like liquid moonlight. She had spent hours on her hair and makeup, wanting tonight to be flawless.Two years of marriage. Two years of supporting Marcus through every late night, every risky deal, every moment of doubt. Tonight was the victory party for the biggest merger of his career—the one that would catapult him into the top tier of the business world. She had played her part quietly, perfectly. She smiled at her reflection, heart fluttering with pride. “You did well, Diane ,” she whispered. “He’ll finally see it tonight.”Her phone buzzed with a text from Marcus: Hurry down. They’re waiting.She took a deep breath, grabbed her clutch, and headed to the Grand Imperial Hotel ballroom.The moment she entered, the glamour hit her. Crystal chandelier

Diane dragged the small suitcase behind her, wheels catching on the wet pavement as she stepped out of the apartment tower into the relentless downpour. The silver gown was still plastered to her body, heavy and cold, her hair hanging in limp strands that dripped into her eyes. She had managed to stuff only a few changes of clothes, some documents, and a single photo of her and Marcus from their wedding day—now probably ruined—into the bag. Everything else belonged to the new life she was no longer part of.The rain stung her face, mixing with fresh tears she couldn’t stop. Thirty minutes. That was all he had given her. Thirty minutes to erase Two years .She stood on the curb, shivering violently, one arm raised weakly for a taxi that never seemed to come. Passersby hurried past under umbrellas, some stealing glances at the drenched woman who looked like she had just crawled out of a nightmare. Her phone buzzed again in her clutch—the same unknown number. She didn’t answer. She coul

The moment the words left Diane’s lips the terrace seemed to tilt. Marcus’s face drained of color, then flushed crimson with pure rage. Sophia clutched his arm, her crimson gown suddenly looking cheap under the flashing cameras that had spilled out from the ballroom.“You gold-digging bitch,” Marcus spat, lunging forward only to be stopped cold by two of Damien’s security men. “You think you can just spread your legs for my father and steal everything? After everything I gave you?”Diane didn’t flinch. The old Diane would have cried. The new one simply lifted her chin, the diamond on her finger catching the moonlight like a blade.“I didn’t steal anything, Marcus. You threw it away on live television. Remember? ‘Ordinary.’ ‘Comfortable.’ ‘Never meant for this level.’” She smiled, cool and composed. “Turns out the view from the top looks much better from your father’s side.”Damien’s voice cut through the night like frost. “Enough. Get them out of here.”“What? Father, you can't possib