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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

Ophelia's hand, reaching for the edge of her dress's neckline, froze mid-air. The music, the chatter, the clinking of glasses – all sounds faded into a muted hum as her gaze was drawn to the large projector screen that dominated one end of the ballroom. A flicker of movement, a grainy image, had caught her attention, and a cold dread began to seep into her veins.

The image sharpened, resolving into a face Ophelia had thought she would never see again. Maeve. Her sister. Her long-lost sister. The woman she had believed to be dead for nearly three decades.

Ophelia's breath hitched, a gasp escaping her lips. She felt a wave of dizziness, a sense of unreality washing over her. She could not believe what she was seeing even as she resisted the urge to rub her eyes. It couldn't be real.

If You Want Something Done, Do It Yourself