He Made Me a Joke, I Made Him a Stranger

To marry Sylas Vaughn, Selena Sinclair concealed her sharp edges, her heart full of hope, only to return in disappointment. When the man pointed his finger at her nose, pointedly humiliating her over her social status. A predatory family, cold and harsh relatives. And that seemingly gentle and sweet “green tea” ex-flame who provoked her wantonly. Exhausted, she would not tolerate it anymore. She threw a divorce agreement at the scumbag’s head and turned to leave without a second glance. Until they met again, Selena Sinclair was dazzlingly beautiful, and by her side stood a noble and handsome heir to a top-tier conglomerate. Sylas Vaughn panicked. He lunged forward and gripped Selena Sinclair’s sleeve tightly: “Wifey, don’t leave me.” Lucas Hawthorne grabbed the man’s hand, a murderous intent in his eyes: “Mr. Vaughn, are you aware that it is an incredibly presumptuous act to casually address someone else’s fiancée as your own?” — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: He Made Me a Joke, I Made Him a Stranger — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠