Betrayed Bride: Marrying The Ice Tyrant

On our third engagement anniversary, I bought my fiancé the watch he had wanted for months.

But my phone's location tracker led me to a secluded overlook, where I caught him rocking his car with another woman.

The woman in the passenger seat was my stepsister, Sienna.

When I exposed their affair, my adoptive parents didn't comfort me.

Instead, they called to scream at me for ruining the family's reputation.

They even rewrote history, claiming Sienna was the one who saved my fiancé from drowning six years ago, and I had stolen her credit.

Carter shamelessly agreed with their lies.

"She's been quietly supporting me all this time... I misunderstood."

I was disowned, thrown out into the freezing rain, and my adoptive father threatened to use his corporate empire to crush my small bakery.

I finally understood that to them, I was just a temporary placeholder, a stepping stone for Sienna to take everything I cherished whenever she pleased.

I refused to let them destroy me.

To protect my bakery and tear down their hypocritical lives, I walked into the penthouse of New York's most ruthless billionaire to propose a fake PR relationship.

But he slid a two-year marriage contract across the table instead.

Before I could fully process marrying a man I barely knew, a little blonde girl ran into the room and tugged at my dress.

"Are you my new mommy?"