The Breakup Clause: How to Tame a Billionaire Bad Boy Chapter 1

I had been arranged to marry Liam, the heir to New York's wealthiest real estate dynasty, since we were kids.

Because of this status, I controlled almost every aspect of his life growing up.

Whenever I got too strict, Liam would always spit out the same vicious threat:

"Chloe, just you wait. Sooner or later, I'm going to break off this damn engagement."

Later, I accidentally discovered I was switched at birth and was actually a fake heiress. I decided it was time to lay low.

I stopped asking about his life. I stopped forcing him to fulfill his "fiancé duties."

After noticing I hadn't nagged him for over two weeks, Liam's frat-bro friends threw him a massive "Freedom Party" to celebrate.

I never expected Liam to completely lose his mind on the spot.

"Mind your own business! All of you, mind your own fucking business!"

"Are you happy now?! She actually found someone else!"

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"Chloe, Liam is out messing around with Carter and that crowd again."

The bass in the nightclub was deafening.

When my best friend, Harper, leaned in to tattle on Liam, I was completely distracted.

I took her phone.

In the video, Liam was wearing a flashy burgundy silk shirt, leaning lazily against a sports car, a lit cigarette pinched between his fingers.

He was surrounded by a group of trust-fund playboys, each with a gorgeous woman hanging off their arm.

I watched the clip calmly and handed the phone back to Harper.

"It's fine. Let him do whatever."

"What's wrong with you?" Harper pressed the back of her hand against my forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"Are you an imposter? Who are you and what have you done with Chloe?"

"Harper." I shot her a look. "Do I need to bring up the time you peed your pants in first grade to prove my identity?"

With that, I grabbed my purse and walked out.

Honestly, I couldn't blame Harper for overreacting.

Ever since I was eight years old and got engaged to Liam, I had kept him on an incredibly tight leash.

Before, I had the right to control him.

Now... I wasn't so sure.

Because very soon, I wouldn't be Liam's fiancée anymore.