“Don’t open the front door, Savannah! Leave through the back staircase immediately!”
My mother’s voice trembled so badly that I barely recognized it.
It was supposed to be the happiest morning of my life. I was standing in our small Dallas apartment, wearing a forty-five-dollar rented wedding dress, waiting for a car to take me to my ceremony.
Instead, my mother was begging me to leave.
“Mom, what’s happening?”
“Your father is downstairs. Please, sweetheart. Just trust me.”
Ten minutes later, I was sitting inside a black SUV, staring at security footage that would change everything I believed about the man I was about to marry.
My fiancé, Colton Mercer, stood outside our apartment with his assistant, Brielle.
She was pregnant.
Three unfamiliar men stood nearby, holding documents.
And when Brielle asked whether he really intended to marry me, Colton laughed.
“Of course not. First, Savannah needs to sign the eighteen-million-dollar guarantee. After that, she’s no longer my problem.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
For three years, I’d supported Colton through every financial setback. I’d cooked his meals, paid our bills, and believed his promises about the future.
Now I was hearing him discuss how to leave me responsible for an enormous financial obligation while he began a new life with another woman.
But Colton had made one enormous mistake.
He believed I was a struggling office worker with no influence or family connections.
He had no idea that I was the chairwoman of Altamira Capital Group—the investment group that had helped keep his company alive.
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