Trapped By The Billionaire's Vicious Vows

I married the billionaire CEO, Julian Harrison, thinking it was the start of a beautiful life.

But on our wedding night, he threw an ironclad contract on the table, forcing me to stay in this fake marriage for three years.

He believed I manipulated his sick grandmother to claw my way into high society, and threatened to ruin my parents if I refused.

When his true love, Gena, returned, she deliberately threw herself down a flight of stairs and framed me.

Julian held her bleeding body and looked at me with pure hatred.

"You better pray she's okay."

He didn't give me a chance to explain.

He shut down my design studio, destroyed my career, and unleashed a massive internet hate campaign against me.

My phone was flooded with death threats, my parents' address was exposed, and I became a public monster.

Fleeing the cyberbullying in a taxi, the driver recognized me and drove recklessly, crashing us right into the path of a speeding semi-truck.

As glass rained down and my blood pooled, the last thing I remembered was the tender look Julian gave Gena.

I died a hated, pathetic placeholder, taking the blame for a crime I didn't commit.

Opening my eyes again, the cold silk of the Vera Wang dress felt heavy against my skin.

The heavy oak door clicked open.

I was back on my wedding night.