The CEO’s Curve of Fate
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His cold, piercing eyes were locked entirely onto the front row of the VIP pews, staring directly at Julia Lee.
Julia sat there like a vision of standard Manhattan perfection—slender, runway-tall, draped in a blood-red designer gown that deliberately defied the unspoken rule of wearing muted colors to a wedding. Julia didn't look sad. Instead, she held Darel’s gaze, her lips curled into a triumphant, mocking smile. She was his ex-girlfriend, the woman Darel had openly loved until his family's empire faced catastrophic bankruptcy. The price of that bailout was Giselle.