As the granddaughter of the wealthiest magnate in San Heith, Cynthia Shannon had been in a relationship with Joe Louise for three years, only to find her sincere affections spurned and left in the dust.
Joe regarded her as a simple rural woman, and on their wedding day, he abandoned her to pursue another dazzling beauty, leaving Cynthia heartbroken. But once she decisively ended the relationship, she reclaimed her status as a wealthy heiress, inheriting a fortune worth billions. Her life then ascended to its pinnacle, yet there were always scoundrels who emerged to vex her.
Amidst Cynthia's efforts to deal with these scoundrels, a certain Mr. Ford, known for inspiring dread in anyone who heard his name, stood by, applauding her with admiration. "My formidable wife," Mr. Ford praised.
Cynthia Shannon replied, "Please mind your choice of words."
Mr. Ford half-closed his eyes, leaning elegantly against the bed, his movements bewitching. "With this token as evidence, do you still want to deny our bond?"

From Wedding Betrayal to Billionaire's Devotion

Just as she involuntarily lifted her eyelids again, Tristan somehow appeared behind her. His thin lips curled into a meaningful smile as he lowered his eyes, the depth of his gaze resembling an endless abyss, seemingly filled with complex emotions.


Meeting his gaze, Cynthia nervously lowered her eyelids. The next moment, Tristan firmly grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards the bed.


Before Cynthia could react, Tristan pushed her down, then got up and forcefully kissed her lips. He held her jaw with his tiger-like grip, making her tilt her head to endure his domineering kiss.


Cynthia was kissed until her whole body went numb, her head feeling dizzy. She instinctively gripped the lapels of his shirt tightly, responding involuntarily.


It wasn't until their breaths were completely chaotic that they gradually separated. Cynthia nestled in his arms, her fair cheeks blushing vividly. Her slightly swollen lips parted, panting heavily.


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