He Paid 3 Million to Marry Me, Then Gave Me to His Rival
Language: en
The year Liam Smith was at his lowest, I left him for three hundred thousand. Years later, at a class reunion, he was a roaring success, proposing with three million. Everyone said Liam was madly in love with me. But then, he treated me like a prize, delivering me straight to his rival's bed. And I? I just took it. No tears, no fuss. He completely lost it, his eyes blazing crimson. "Elara, are you just naturally trashy? Will anyone with money get to fuck you?!" I just smiled. For someone dying of stomach cancer, none of that really mattered anymore. 1 Five years after breaking up with…