Choosing The Forgotten, Finding My King

For five years, I was blindly devoted to my fiancé, Austen Griffin. My family's power was the only reason he was about to be named heir to the entire Griffin fortune.

But on the night of the announcement, he arrived late with my sister, Dennie, a fresh hickey on his neck. He cornered me, demanding a prenuptial agreement.

"No shared accounts. No shared bedroom. And no questions about my life," he whispered. "You get the name, I get my freedom."

In my past life, their public betrayal broke me. He used my love to secure his power, then cast me aside, leaving me to die alone while he and my sister enjoyed the fortune I handed them.

But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the gala, moments before the decision.

This time, when the family patriarch asked me to name my choice, I looked past Austen' s triumphant smirk and smiled.

"I choose Kolton Griffin," I announced, my voice clear and cold, selecting the crippled, forgotten cousin he despised most.