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I Married My Ex’s Billionaire Father

Being the daughter of the home wrecking mistress was bad enough; but when your own mother also detested you and actually loved your step sister while treating you like an abomination, that had to be the worse thing in life. As if things are not bad enough, her wedding day is hijacked and the Prince Charming she thought would be hers forever betrays her to be with her own sister and she realizes that they had been laughing in her face all this while. Distraught and heart broken, she does the next best thing, gets drunk at a bar then wakes up the next morning in a man’s hotel room and with a cheap wedding ring on her finger then she flees in fear. Unfortunately for her, that night won’t just go away and she finds that her groom actually wants her and wait for it… he is her ex’s father. * “You went into a hotel and spent the night with a strange man, do you deny it?” “why should she deny it when she spent the night with her husband?” a steely voice said while his eyes looked down at Lyse with all the affection in the world then he turned to Brooke, his eyes losing their softness. “Do you have a problem with what my wife and I do?”

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Unexpected Guests.

Lyse sat before her vanity mirror, the dull eyes in her reflection staring back at her. An exhausted sigh escaped her lips as she ran a brush through her hair then she put the finishing touches on her makeup. She smacked her lips and stood up before slipping on her shoes.

Today was the day that she would face her parents again, a daunting prospect. She regretted telling Levi about her father's invitation, but she had been swayed because she wanted to show off her billionaire husband.

Now however, the thought of their judgment, their snide remarks, filled her with dread. Unless, they feared Levi enough to keep their negative comments inside.

She had thought of about a million and one excuses about why she could not go home. She even contemplated throwing herself down the stairs, in the hopes that a sprained ankle would stall the dinner.