The Billionaire's Fake Fiancée and the Deadly Wedding

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After three months in a coma from the car accident, I woke up by some miracle with no memory of my past, and I decided to marry my pregnant girlfriend.

One week before the wedding, I got a phone call from the future.

The caller said she was my daughter, and she complained to me in a small, babyish voice.

*Daddy, Flora Pruitt isn't my mommy at all. She drove my mommy away.*

*And the baby in her belly isn't yours either. It's Uncle's.*

*If you go through with marrying her, she won't just cheat you out of your entire fortune in the name of investing. She'll ship you off to a shady hospital to be tortured to death, and Mommy will die trying to save you.*

*Daddy, Freya Fisher doesn't want to be an orphan. Please, please don't marry that bad woman!*

I figured someone was playing a prank.

But the very next second, Flora walked into my room holding a contract.

“Honey, this project on the West Side looks great. Why don't you put ten million into it and see how it goes?”

……

I stared at that contract for a long time.

It was full of holes.

Almost everything in it bound me.

And Jude Fisher, the one receiving the investment, held rights that were absurdly one-sided.

Thinking back to that strange phone call, I had to admit it.

Flora, my girlfriend who seemed so devoted to me, might really have a problem.

I handed the contract back to her and turned it down flat.

“I can't sign this.”

Flora frowned.

“Why not? This project has a really bright future.”

“If the person in charge didn't happen to know me, an investment opportunity this good would never have come our way……”

I pointed at Jude's name on the contract and asked her again.

“You're sure this is a good investment opportunity?”

Flora went silent at once.

As my girlfriend, the woman about to marry into the Fisher family and become its lady of the house, she knew better than anyone.

Jude, the fake young master, was good for nothing and couldn't manage arithmetic under a hundred.

Put him in charge of a project? Pure fantasy.

Yet she still spoke up to plead his case.

“This time is different. Jude joined a new company, and that company has excellent credentials.”

“Invest in this project and you'll clean up! The company's in a rough patch right now. Trust me, put ten million into this project and I promise you'll make money!”

So she even knew the company was in a rough patch, and she still wanted me to throw ten million away on Jude.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't disappointed. I turned her down gently again.

“There isn't that much money on the company's books. I'm not investing in this project.”

Flora wanted to say more, but I pulled the blanket over me and lay down.

“I'm tired. I want to rest.”

Flora left, but not before tucking the blanket in around me.

The moment the door shut, I opened my eyes and looked up the name of that company on the contract with my phone.

The page loaded, and there in the field for the legal representative was my mother's name, plain as day.

In that moment, I laughed out loud.

So it turned out this campaign against me involved more than just Jude, the fake young master, and Flora, my fiancée in name only.

It also involved my own flesh and blood.

I drew a deep breath and called the private investigator.

“Look into the relationship between Flora and Jude.”

“And the truth about my car accident three months ago.”