Marrying My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

On my wedding day, my fiancé Connor received an urgent phone call.

He told me a D-list actress had broken her leg on set, then abandoned me right at the altar.

In my past life, I cried until my throat bled, begging him not to leave.

But my tears only brought endless humiliation. My mother and adopted sister mocked me, framed me, and forged my signature to steal my multi-million dollar trust fund.

They kicked me out of the family estate without a single dime.

I ended up freezing to death in the minus-twenty-degree New York blizzard, listening to my mother's voicemail telling me to die in the street as long as I didn't bleed on her carpets.

Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why my own blood relatives hated me so much, yet treated an adopted daughter like a precious princess.

The only person who showed me any mercy—draping his wool coat over my frozen corpse and giving me a proper burial—was Connor's ruthless, untouchable uncle, Harding Snow.

Opening my eyes again, I was back in the bridal suite, right as Connor was rushing out the door.

This time, I didn't shed a single tear.

I let him run to his actress, then walked straight into the VIP room to face the most feared billionaire on Wall Street.

"The wedding proceeds as planned, but the groom's name changes to yours."