Amelia Nygard is replaced by a fake heiress and publicly abandoned at her engagement when her fiancé chooses the impostor over her. Even her family turns against her, so she cuts ties and walks away. That same night, she meets Jeremy Curran, a powerful man slowly dying from poison. She offers to cure him – on one condition: she becomes Mrs. Curran. As she rises beside him, the people who discarded her realize too late what they lost.
The hotel’s banquet hall shone beautifully with glasses clinking all around. A carefully arranged engagement party was happening in full swing. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for joining us tonight to celebrate a very special occasion. It is my great honor to officially introduce to you the engaged couple, Mr. Vincent Dester and Ms. Amelia…
She had already given up. There was nothing left to care about. Just then, her phone screen lit up. A text from Gianna showed up, only two words, “I won.” Amelia looked at it and let out a small laugh. She smiled, but it was a cold smile, laced with deep disdain. If Gianna wanted…
Raymond shouted, his voice shaking with rage. “Ungrateful brat! Gianna will always be our precious daughter. This will forever be her home!” “How unlucky for us to have such a cruel sister like you. Gianna is our sister, but you? You’re the biggest shame our family has ever had.” Their cruel words piled on, one…
“The eldest daughter of the Nygards?” His tone was low, with a trace of amusement. “The real heiress they all dislike?” Amelia lifted an eyebrow, a self-mocking smile on her lips. “Bad news sure spreads fast, doesn’t it? Seems like you know me well enough.” Jeremy chuckled coldly. “Those fools in the Nygards-cutting ties is…
Amelia took the black card from him. “Okay, I’ll do that.” She had left home with nothing, so money was tight. There was no way she would refuse this. Plus, she was helping him with his treatment, so asking for a little payment was fair. Jeremy even assigned her an assistant, Tracy Gatlin, to help…
Maxwell shot Amelia a sharp glare. “Gianna, don’t listen to her! She’s just an ungrateful brat. We took care of her all these years, and she not only doesn’t appreciate it but now has the nerve to go against us!” Gianna looked at Amelia, hesitating. “Amelia, did you really get yourself a sugar daddy? Is…
“What is Amelia trying to do now?” he muttered. Vincent’s father, Bentley Dester, snorted, “Now you care? Where was this responsibility when you ran out of the engagement party? You made our family look like fools!” Vincent’s mother, Diana Dester, sighed, “Vincent, what were you thinking? Amelia might be stubborn, but she’s still the real…
“Shouldn’t you, the fake one, stay away? You know Vincent is my fiancé, but you run to him for every little thing,” Amelia shot back coldly. “Vincent and I only talk about work. I’m his company’s spokesperson,” Gianna argued. “Really? Other than prostitutes with clients, I’ve never seen work that required so much hugging and…
Raymond’s face turned red with rage. “Call that brat back right now. She’s just embarrassing us!” At that moment, Gianna came down the stairs. She had overheard everything from upstairs. She walked closer and spoke softly, “I saw Amelia at the party. I tried to ask her to come home, so she wouldn’t embarrass us.…
Emery put on a fake, kind smile. “Amelia, we’re family. Why make things ugly? Give the shares to your brother, and the company will grow stronger.” Amelia picked up the contract and glanced at it. So that was their real plan today-to force me to hand over my shares. As if that would ever happen.…