SukieWrites

Being the daughter of the home wrecking mistress was bad enough; but when your own mother also detested you and actually loved your step sister while treating you like an abomination, that had to be the worse thing in life.

As if things are not bad enough, her wedding day is hijacked and the Prince Charming she thought would be hers forever betrays her to be with her own sister and she realizes that they had been laughing in her face all this while.

Distraught and heart broken, she does the next best thing, gets drunk at a bar then wakes up the next morning in a man’s hotel room and with a cheap wedding ring on her finger then she flees in fear.

Unfortunately for her, that night won’t just go away and she finds that her groom actually wants her and wait for it… he is her ex’s father.

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“You went into a hotel and spent the night with a strange man, do you deny it?”

“why should she deny it when she spent the night with her husband?” a steely voice said while his eyes looked down at Lyse with all the affection in the world then he turned to Brooke, his eyes losing their softness.

“Do you have a problem with what my wife and I do?”

I Married My Ex’s Billionaire Father

The backstage area crackled with nervous energy. They had been informed that they had five minutes, just five minutes until the first round of the Golden Fleece competition began. The contestants, a mix of seasoned professionals and nervous newcomers, were putting the final touches on their creations, their faces a mixture of excitement and anxiety.

Lyse, her heart pounding in her chest, meticulously adjusted the drape of a vibrant silk gown, her hands moving with practiced precision. She glanced at her other piece, a sharply tailored jacket with intricate embroidery, hanging on a nearby rack, ready for its debut.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted near the entrance to the backstage area. Raised voices, hurried footsteps, and a palpable sense of panic filled the air.

A harried-looking stage manager rushed towards the contestants, his face etched with worry.

The Culprit