Together for Years, but He Didn't Know My Real Identity — Novel

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In a world where love is overshadowed by duty and family expectations, Harriet finds herself grappling with the shattering end of a four-year relationship. Just as her dreams of a future with Damian crumble into dust, he gifts her a villa, a Bentley, and a staggering amount of money, leaving her questioning the very foundation of their love. Was their bond merely an illusion, a trophy she had unwittingly become in his eyes?

Determined to uncover the truth, Harriet crashes Damian's engagement ceremony, only to discover that he’s marrying someone entirely unexpected. As the crowd buzzes with intrigue, she risks everything to confront him, desperate to know if he’s truly happy or if he’s being forced into a life he never wanted. With eyes locked in a silent battle of emotions, Harriet clings to hope, even as Damian’s cold dismissal cuts deeper than any betrayal.

As she grapples with the realization that she may have been nothing more than a pawn in his game, Harriet must decide: will she continue to fight for a love that may never have been real, or will she embrace her true identity and reclaim her life? In a tale of tangled emotions and hidden truths, the stakes have never been higher.

Together for Years, but He Didn't Know My Real IdentityBOOK1-Chapter 1

Harriet's POV

As my university graduation approached, my boyfriend, Damian Harris, suddenly broke up with me.

He gave me a villa, a Bentley, and two and a half million dollars, thanking me for the four years I’d spent with him. Stunned, I asked him why we were ending things. His response was cold and detached: “Harriet, people from families like mine separate love and marriage. I’m going back to fulfill my duty and marry someone suitable. Do you understand?”

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My boyfriend was getting engaged, but his fiancée wasn’t me.

When I rushed to the engagement ceremony, I saw Damian standing on the stage.

He was breathtaking in a tailored suit, obsidian cufflinks gleaming against his pristine shirt, his appearance as flawless as ever.

But the woman standing across from him... she was barely four feet and seven inches, overweight, and her face was covered with shiny pimples that looked ready to burst.

My boyfriend was marrying her?

The events of the previous night flashed through my mind, feeling like a lifetime ago.

I had just come home from my internship, only to be pinned to the bed by Damian.