Carrying The Sterile Billionaires Miracle Heir
Language: en
On the day I was supposed to marry Preston Kensington, his adopted sister threatened to throw herself off the penthouse balcony. For her, Preston abandoned me at the altar, walking out without a backward glance while I stood there suffocating in layers of couture silk and tulle. Facing a ballroom full of Manhattan’s elite, their eyes glittering with pity and mockery, I walked straight to the microphone. "Whoever steps up to this altar right now," I announced, my voice echoing through the vaulted ceiling, "is the man I will marry today." Three years later, Preston returned to the Kensington…