The Billionaire Heiress I Threw Away
Language: en
In a haute couture boutique in Paris, the wedding dress I'd waited half a year for was now draped on the body of Vivian Snow, the hottest actress of the moment. The store manager stood trembling before Marcus Caldwell, who sat on the sofa, sweat pouring down his face. Marcus rose to his feet and personally adjusted the hem of Vivian's gown. Then he looked up at me and said: "She's short a suitable gown for next week's film festival. What's the problem with borrowing it? Just pick another one and stop making a scene." Vivian smiled happily at her reflection in the mirror. Suddenly, this…