My Billionaire Fiancé, You Don't Deserve Me Chapter 1
AURELIA
"I'm going to be honest with you, Aurelia. I don't have the intention of getting married to you."
The coffee cup slipped from my hand slightly, dropping onto the table. A few drops of the content slipped out as my lips shook.
"Wh...what?"
"I don't want you to be tricked into agreeing to love me," Theron, my supposed fiancé to whom I'd been engaged for five years, said calmly. I had always known he'd been a calm man, and maybe that was what made the punch in the gut deeper. The fact that he sat opposite me, in his suit and tie, so neatly fixed around his neck, made me feel a stirring in my stomach.
"Why are you telling me this now? When it's just three days to the wedding?"
"Because I'm not attending it."
The flat tone sent the stab deeper, slicing against my heart effortlessly. My fingers trembled slightly, and I folded them into fists.
"Theron, we've been dating for five years and...and," my voice shouldn't tremble, "you are just telling me you can't marry me. That doesn't make sense."
"It does," Theron said. "Logically, the fact that I am breaking up with you before the marriage is better than you coming into a loveless marriage itself."
Loveless.
My heart pounded recklessly against my ribcage, "Y...ou don't love me?"
"I tried to," his palm smoothly went over his dark brown hair, just like it did whenever he was frustrated, "but, Aurelia, no matter how I act, my heart knows the truth."
"And it took you five years to find that out?" My voice had gone slightly higher, pulling the attention of those at the nearest table. They glanced at us and then back to their food.
Theron's eyes narrowed. "I thought you knew."
"Thought I knew?" I repeated, pressure building at the back of my eyes. I blinked, trying to keep the tears out of my eyes, but how could I?
I've had a crush on Theron for years, ever since my family moved into the city the moment their business boomed and they became millionaires. When the news of the proposal came between our families, I'd been excited, rushing over to meet him. He hadn't looked too excited about the news, but he hadn't pushed me away.
He had been with me throughout the biggest milestones of my life: my high school graduation, my award-winning art in college, my 25th birthday had proudly been sponsored by him, with dandelions lining up the place...so why, why exactly was he saying this? Why had he done all of that if he wasn't interested in me, if he didn't love me?
"This is a joke, right?" My own voice sounded ridiculous even as I spoke. I knew Theron; he didn't do jokes. He had hardly smiled since the first day I knew him, to the extent that I could count how many times he had smiled in my presence on one palm. But still... I hoped Theron would say that there was a camera somewhere and all of this was a prewedding joke to make me laugh.
"Aurelia.." My name almost came out as a groan from his lips. The kind someone would say when their younger sister was acting out of character. "I'm being serious. This is not a joke."
"I wanted to tell you in time, because I won't be available for the wedding. I didn't want to leave you hanging on the altar," he spoke like he was doing me some kind of favour, by informing me just three days to the wedding that he wanted out.
"Where are you going?" I asked, a crooked smile tilted my lips as I stared at him. The pressure kept building up, and I swore to myself that I would disappear into the floor before I cried in front of Theron. He had never seen me cry before, because I thought that would upset him, but it was different this time. The reason I wasn't crying was that I wanted my pride intact even as I walked out of this building.
"On a vacation," Theron sipped out of his coffee, "it's been long overdue."
"I've never seen you on a vacation, Theron," I said. "But you are going on one when we are supposed to be getting married. Isn't that crazy to think?"
"I expected you to understand, Aurelia," he said in a dismissive tone, like my concerns meant nothing to him. "Don't drag this out."
"I'm not dragging anything out, Theron. I just didn't expect you to be this stupid and selfish!" I shot. "This can destroy the perfect image you have tried to keep clean all these years and my own love..." I trailed off, biting my tongue slightly.
Don't be stupid, you can't blackmail him into marrying you, Aurelia. He was right. Breaking this crazy situationship was better than getting married.
I grabbed my bag, getting up from my seat with more force than necessary.
"I need your help, Aurelia," Theron's voice came coolly.
I scoffed. "You are ridiculous. You broke up our engagement and expect me to help out? You must be sick in your head to do that."
"Please," his voice came again, making me freeze on my feet.
Even now...now when he had betrayed me so deeply, Theron still had control over my heart. Because how could I suddenly wrench out the heart I'd given years ago in just one day?
I bit my lower lip tightly before I asked the question. "What do you want?"
Just one thing, just this last thing. At least, I'll be able to pay for him fighting my bullies off when I was in high school. Maybe after doing this last thing, I would dare to take my heart back from him. And if I couldn't, then I would pull it out of me and cut off the cords... letting him hold it forever.
His throat bulged slightly as he swallowed. For the first time, Theron was nervous.
"Could you tell the press that you broke off the engagement?"
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My Billionaire Fiancé, You Don't Deserve Me of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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I took a pet-sitting gig at a luxury apartment, thinking my life was perfect. I was pregnant and engaged to Damien, a successful attorney who had spent seven years proving his unwavering loyalty.
But the moment I stepped inside, I recognized his cologne. Then I saw the photos. The apartment belonged to his mistress, Candace. She had deliberately hired me to flaunt their year-long affair and the massive diamond ring he had just bought her.
Candace even set a trap, calling the police to falsely accuse me of stealing that ring to completely destroy my reputation. But I turned the tables, using my knowledge of his habits to expose her perjury and their affair right in front of the detectives.
Furious that his flawless public image was ruined, Damien confronted me outside the precinct.
When I told him I was pregnant, instead of joy, his eyes filled with panic for his career.
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He violently shoved me to the ground in front of a crowd of onlookers.
Blood pooled on the cold pavement. I lost our baby.
As I lay in the ICU, my heart turned to ash. He had spent seven years promising me a safe harbor, only to brutally murder our unborn child just to protect his own selfish ego.
I didn't shed a single tear. I used his overwhelming public guilt to make him sign over all his assets to me, then vanished without a trace.
A year later, I returned to New York not as the broken Addison, but as "Phoenix," the world's most powerful jewelry designer.
And I am here to personally put him in a prison cell.
On our wedding night, celebrating a billion-dollar family merger, my new husband Coleton stepped out of the shower.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was his dead brother's widow, Hana, crying that her five-year-old had a fever.
Without hesitation, Coleton shoved me hard into the wall to get out the door.
"Are you seriously jealous of a sick five-year-old kid?" he spat.
He abandoned me in the bridal suite. I immediately filed for divorce and leaked it to the press.
To save the merger and their stock prices, both our families rushed in to force me to back down.
My own father raised his hand to slap me for my "petty female jealousy."
Coleton's grandfather brutally beat him with a heavy wooden cane right in front of me, trying to use a twisted debt of honor to guilt-trip me into staying.
Through a hidden dumbwaiter shaft, I overheard their secret meeting. They were plotting to use Coleton's bloody photos to paint me as a cold-hearted villain to the media, trapping me in the marriage through public shame.
My own brother nodded along to this plot just to secure his CEO bonus.
Coleton only begged for my forgiveness because he was terrified of losing his trust fund to an illegitimate heir.
In their eyes, my dignity was just a cheap commodity with a price tag.
But I am a Pennington, raised in a world where trust is a liability.
I calmly saved the audio recording of their plot, packed my Hermes suitcase, and emailed the most ruthless divorce litigator in Manhattan.
For thirty years, Javen and I were inseparable childhood sweethearts, and for the last three, we were the perfect engaged power couple.
But at our engagement celebration, hiding behind a velvet curtain, I overheard him telling his best man that our entire relationship was a corporate sham to protect his real girlfriend, Keely.
He laughed, calling my lifelong devotion a "convenient crush" that kept his strict parents off his back.
Worse, the horrifying truth about my car crash three years ago was soon revealed.
Javen didn't just lose control of the wheel. He deliberately swerved to avoid hitting Keely, who had run into the road during a jealous tantrum.
The impact crushed my side of the car, killed our unborn baby, and left me permanently infertile.
He sacrificed our child to protect his mistress, then played the devoted fiancé while I grieved in the hospital.
I had given him thirty years of unwavering love, only to be treated as a disposable human shield.
How could the man who wiped my tears be the same monster who orchestrated my absolute destruction?
I didn't shed a single tear.
I calmly projected their secret texts and videos onto the ballroom screen, publicly broke off the engagement, and walked out into the night.
It was time to build my own jewelry empire, and I was going to let his powerful older brother help me burn Javen's world to the ground.
My biological mother finally came to the rundown trailer park to take me to her wealthy new family in New York.
But instead of the good life she promised, I was treated worse than a stray dog.
My stepbrother broke my legs with a golf club just for fun, while my perfect stepsister smiled and watched.
My mother didn't even try to stop them. She let them lock me in a car and set it on fire.
I was burned alive, the smell of gasoline and toxic smoke filling my lungs as they walked away with my life.
Until my last agonizing breath, I couldn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much.
Why did I have to die just so her new family could thrive?
Opening my eyes again, the smell of smoke vanished, replaced by the cheap coffee of the diner I worked at.
I was seventeen again, on the exact day the black Bentley pulled up to take me away.
This time, I wasn't going to be their victim.
I deliberately stalled our departure, saving us from the massive highway pileup that was supposed to be my grave.
And when my stepbrother threw a metal dart at my face on my first day back, I didn't just dodge.
I let New York's most ruthless billionaire step in, ruining his ten-million-dollar watch in the process.
"Since that hand likes to throw things, I will take the hand as payment."
Watching my arrogant stepfamily fall to their knees and beg for mercy, I knew my revenge had just begun.
