Billionaire Sybarite
Amery POV
I stood frozen in the middle of the living room, my coffee mug trembling in my hand as I stared at the TV screen. My face stared back at me—a radiant bride dressed in white, holding a bouquet of lilies, with Nathan by my side, wearing that insufferably smug smirk.
Beneath the picture was a headline in bold letters:
“From One-Night Stand to Billionaire Bride: The Playboy Tied to an Arranged Marriage!”
The mug slipped from my grasp, shattering on the floor, but the sound barely registered. My pulse roared in my ears, drowning out the cheery voice of the news anchor as she dissected every detail of our so-called “fairy tale romance.”
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