Married To The Billionaire: Spoiling My Vengeful Wife

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For three years, I was the secret girlfriend of Asher Sterling, hidden away in his penthouse under the guise of him protecting me from the vicious press.

But while I was bedridden with a severe flu, I saw his latest Instagram post. He was publicly kissing my stepsister, Isabelle, announcing their official engagement to the world.

I finally understood I was never his "secret treasure," but merely a convenient placeholder until his real prize returned from abroad.

My own mother and stepfather sided with them, trying to hold my inheritance hostage to please the Sterlings, and even letting the newly engaged couple defile my late father' bed in my family home.

The humiliation and grief quickly burned away into a white-hot rage. I refused to be the pathetic, discarded secret who walked away with nothing.

Wiping my tears, I accepted a blind date my mother had arranged and proposed a marriage of convenience to the brutally handsome billionaire, Julian Sinclair.

That very night, we got our marriage certificate at City Hall.

Now, as Mrs. Sinclair, it was time to reclaim my home and make them all pay.