Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Billionaire Enemy

Kidnapped and trapped in a freezing mountain cabin, my fiancé's rescue helicopter finally arrived.

But the kidnapper said he only had time to save one person: me, or my fragile adopted cousin, Kaylee.

Through the satellite phone, my fiancé of seven years mocked my desperate pleas for help.

"Do you really think staging a kidnapping will force me to announce our engagement?"

He chose to save Kaylee, leaving me to freeze to death in the snowstorm.

As my body turned to ice, my sworn enemy, the ruthless Wall Street tyrant Banks Gordon, tore through the blizzard to save me.

Holding my dying body against his bare chest, he wept.

Right then, a video message from Kaylee popped up on the kidnapper's dropped phone.

She smugly confessed that she had orchestrated the kidnapping, stolen my fiancé, and was the one who murdered my parents by cutting their car's brake lines.

I died in the arms of the man I had treated as an enemy for ten years, realizing he was the only one willing to die for me.

I had spent my life loving a man who abandoned me like trash, and protecting a cousin who slaughtered my family.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the dressing room on the afternoon of the Oscars red carpet.

Walking out into the flashing cameras, I publicly dumped my cheating fiancé and walked straight into my sworn enemy's lap.