My Fiancé Humiliated Me in Front of Chicago’s Wealthiest Families by Arriving at Our Engagement Party With My Younger Sister Wearing My Dress and My Ring
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Chapter 9 - Nikolai’s Oldest Enemy Tried to Kill Me Before the Trust Could Be Transferred, and He Made One Critical Mistake—He Thought I Was AloneThe assassination attempt happened two months after the wedding.
A car followed us.
Shots.
Nikolai pulled me down.
Security responded.
Nobody was killed.
The shooter was captured.
He named one person.
My father's old financial partner.
The man who had benefited from the inheritance scheme.
He wanted the trust.
He thought killing me would return control.
He was wrong.
The trust had a new condition.
If I died suspiciously, all assets would become public charitable property.
The scheme had been designed by my mother.
Even after death, she had protected me.
The enemy lost everything.
Nikolai looked at me afterward.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
“Scared?”
“Yes.”
He took my hand.
“Me too.”
That mattered.
He wasn't pretending to be fearless.
May you like
He was simply choosing to stay.
Just like me.
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Chapter 10 - I Finally Understood Why Nikolai Had Offered to Marry Me—He Had Seen Me Being Used and Wanted to Give Me One Choice No One in My Family Had Ever Given MeI asked him.
Chapter 11 - My New Marriage Started With a Contract—But the Contract Was the First One I Had Ever Written for MyselfThe marriage agreement was simple.
Chapter 12 - The Ballroom Where I Had Been Humiliated Became the Place Where I Hosted the Foundation Gala Under My Own NameA year later, the Halston Hotel hosted another event.
Chapter 13 - My Sister Came to the Gala Alone and Asked Me for One Chance to Become the Person She Should Have Been From the BeginningSerena arrived late.
Chapter 14 - On the Anniversary of My Failed Engagement, Nikolai Took Me Back to the Ballroom and Asked Me the Same Question He Had Asked Me One Year Earlier—Only This Time, I Already Knew My AnswerThe ballroom was empty.
Chapter 15 - My Fiancé Replaced Me With My Younger Sister in Front of Chicago’s Wealthiest Families—Years Later, I Returned to That Same Ballroom Beside the Man Who Taught Me That Being Chosen Was Never the Goal — THE ENDI still remember that night.
