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Five years ago, Anastasia Laurent broke his heart. To her, their college romance was just a careless game—toying with a love she never took seriously. To Dante Alexander Montgomery, it was the ultimate betrayal.

Now, he’s back. No longer the lovesick senior she abandoned—but a ruthless billionaire who owns half the city.

When Anastasia’s best friend begs her to go on a blind date in her place and ruin it, she agrees—after all, how bad could it be?

Bad. Very bad.

Because her date? Dante.

And he’s not just here to rekindle old flames. He’s here to destroy her.

Before she can run, Dante traps her in a deal she never saw coming: Marriage.

Publicly, they’ll be the perfect billionaire power couple. Privately? He’ll make her regret the day she walked away.

But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, Anastasia realizes one thing—

She thought she was done with Dante.
But Dante was never done with her.

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"You think you can run from me again, Anastasia?” Dante's voice was calm, but the storm in his eyes told another story.

She backed into the wall, pulse racing as he stalked closer, his towering frame cutting off every escape route.

“I-I’m not—” she stammered.

His fingers tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his cold gaze. “You didn’t just break my heart,” he murmured darkly. “You shattered it. And now? Now, you’ll pay for it.”

Her breath hitched.

“Congratulations, Anastasia,” he whispered, leaning in until his lips brushed her ear. “You just became my wife.”

Accidentally Married To My Ruthless Billionaire Ex

The sleek black door of the Aston Martin opened with calculated grace.

Lucien Moreau stepped out, the late morning sunlight catching the expensive sheen of his tailored navy-blue suit. He didn't spare Caroline a single glance. Not yet. His stride was slow, confident, and completely disinterested in the chaos unraveling behind him.

Instead, he rounded the back of his car with a quiet sigh, hands in his pockets, surveying the damage.

A scratch. No—a crime against automotive beauty.

He ran a gloved thumb along the marred paint of the bumper. The irritation in his jaw tensed visibly, but the smirk that curled on his lips was dangerously slow.

Finally, he turned to Caroline, his eyes hidden behind tinted shades that made him look like trouble dipped in luxury.

SHE HIT THE WRONG CAR