The Billionaire's Broken Bride — Novel

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In a world where love and betrayal collide, Samantha finds herself trapped in a twisted marriage to Connor Delgado, a man she has loved in silence for fifteen years. On what should have been the happiest day of her life, the altar becomes a stage for public humiliation as Connor's true affections are laid bare, leaving Samantha to grapple with her shattered dreams and a heart full of unanswered questions. How did it come to this? Why did the family alliances turn into weapons of emotional warfare?

As the days unfold, Samantha is not just a broken bride but a woman determined to reclaim her agency. With Connor now bound to her by a forced marriage, the stakes rise as they navigate a treacherous dance of love and resentment. Can she endure the torment of his hatred while plotting her next move? With Jade, Connor's first love, lurking in the shadows, the tension between them escalates, igniting a fierce rivalry that threatens to consume them all.

Will Samantha find the strength to rewrite her fate, or will she remain a pawn in a game that seems rigged against her? In a whirlwind of deceit and desire, she must confront her past and decide what kind of future she truly wants.

The Billionaire's Broken BrideChapter 1

I had loved Connor Delgado in secret for fifteen years. In the fifteenth year, our families finally agreed to a marriage alliance.

At the altar, Connor shoved a ring onto my finger. It was a full size too big. As it slid loosely past my knuckle, I caught a glimpse of the engraving on the inner band.

They weren't my initials. They belonged to him and Jade Winfield.

After the vows were spoken, Connor leaned in, his voice a freezing whisper against my ear.

"You stole Jade's life. Did you really think you could steal her fiancé, too?"

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The ring slipped from my finger and clattered onto the floor. Before the echo died, Connor's younger sister let out a sharp laugh from the front row.

"She's a cripple," she sneered, loud enough for every guest to hear. "How dare she fantasize about marrying my brother?"

"Mediocre and a thief," another voice added. "She should just go to hell."

Connor's lips curled into a smirk. The guests whispered and pointed. My parents stood abruptly, faces ashen, trembling with suppressed rage.

Leaning on my cane, I watched the ring—the one that never belonged to me—roll down the steps and vanish into the confetti.