Wrong Room, Secret Billionaire Husband

I was shoved into a cheap, ill-fitting wedding dress while my stepsister Bella twirled in a custom Vera Wang gown.

My mother coldly ordered me to take Bella's place and marry Atticus Pennington, a man rumored to be a violent, disfigured cripple.

"Bella is marrying Carter," my mother announced.

Carter was my fiancé of five years.

I later caught them hooking up in a hotel bathroom. Carter laughed, telling Bella our engagement was just a transaction to steal my research data.

My mother threatened to destroy my life if I didn't marry the "monster," claiming I owed the family for taking me in as a stray.

She sold me off for fifty thousand dollars to pave the way for her precious biological daughter.

My family, the man I loved... they had all used me, betrayed me, and thrown me to the wolves. I was completely alone.

But when I was locked in the dark master suite with my new husband, I discovered a terrifying secret.

Atticus Pennington wasn't crippled or disfigured at all.

He was a devastatingly handsome, incredibly powerful billionaire in his prime, faking his injuries to flush out his enemies.

Looking into his cold, calculating eyes, I didn't run. Instead, I proposed a marriage of convenience.

It was time to stop playing the victim, take my place as the lady of the Pennington empire, and make everyone who betrayed me pay.