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**(Popular Writing Style 1: Highlighting inner monologue and contrast)**
My body was rigid on the runway, the wedding dress heavy as shackles, mirroring the gleeful or gloating stares surrounding me. Ryan Smith, my fiancé, the famous heir to the Smith Group, had actually gone missing on our wedding day.
【OMG, the groom ran away?】
【Liana is so tragic, failed at high-climbing into a rich family.】
【I always said, how could she be worthy of Young Master Ryan!】
【Serves her right! Let's see how she'll establish herself in the capital now!】
The harsh whispers and the "bullet comments" scrolling furiously across phone screens were like sharp knives piercing my heart. I clutched the bouquet tightly, my fingernails almost embedding into my palms. Marrying into a rich family? I only wanted to seek justice for my ailing mother! But now, I had become a complete joke.
Just as I felt I was about to suffocate, a man in a security guard uniform entered my sight. He stood against the light; I only saw a slender figure, cold eyes, like a solitary bamboo untouched by the world.
【A security guard? Just here to gawk?】
【He's kinda handsome, too bad he's just a worker.】
【Liana wouldn't be that desperate, would she?】
I don't know where the courage came from, or perhaps, I was pushed to the brink by despair. I suddenly looked up, staring directly into the security guard's eyes, my voice filled with an unprecedented resolve, echoing through the entire banquet hall:
“You, will you marry me?!”
The entire hall fell silent, followed by an explosion of disbelieving clamor.
【She’s lost her mind!】
【So desperate to get married she’d even take a security guard, Liana, you have no shame!】
【The Smith family's reputation is being ruined by her!】
I let out a cold laugh, the tightly clutched bouquet trembling slightly. Facing their contempt and mockery, I only felt pitiful and ridiculous. I pointed at the guests who usually held their heads high, enunciating every word, unleashing the long-suppressed resentment: “I'd rather marry an honest man than stoop to your level of scum! At least he won't be a coward like a certain Smith, hiding away on his wedding day!”
A playful yet chilling curve appeared on the security guard's lips. I didn't know if it was my imagination, but that smile seemed to declare war on the entire world.
【New groom: Plan complete √】
【This security guard's eyes... something's up!】
【Is Liana finding a sugar daddy, or a pit?】
I stared at him blankly as he walked towards me with unhurried steps.
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**(Popular Writing Style 2: Highlighting reversal and internal impact)**
Within half an hour, Elias the security guard and I had a bright red marriage certificate in our hands. My heart was pounding, and I nervously tugged at his sleeve: "You won't lose your job because of me, right?"
He merely smiled, a faint smile that for some reason gave me a strange sense of eerie calm. He pulled out his phone, his movements as casual as if discarding a dead battery.
“James,” he commanded coldly into the phone, his voice, previously carrying a hint of "ordinary person" casualness, now became undeniable, like a sharp blade breaking through winter ice, “Send this photo to my mother.”
My breath hitched. A photo? What photo?
【Liana: What's going on?】
【The security guard is a rich heir! Plot twist!】
【Look at Liana's face, hahahahaha!】
A respectful reply came from the other end of the line, and Elias immediately issued a second command: “Also, cancel all cooperation with the Smith Group. Remove them from the supplier list.”
I was utterly dumbfounded. Cancel cooperation with the Smith Group? Remove them from the supplier list? How could a mere security guard say such things? His voice, his aura, had instantly transformed. I belatedly realized that I, Liana, might have just made the craziest, most incredible decision of my life.
【Liana, you didn't marry a security guard, you married a CEO!】
【OMG, plot twist!】
【Is the Smith Group going bankrupt?】
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**(Popular Writing Style 3: Highlighting the pleasure of revenge and character awakening)**
Far away in another hotel, Ryan Smith, who was triumphantly celebrating with his new lover, suddenly felt his phone vibrate. He carelessly picked it up, scoffed disdainfully at Liana's name on the screen, and opened the message. It contained only two simple yet sharp lines:
**“Ryan, I’m married. This is where we part ways.”**
He hadn't recovered from the shock when a second message popped up, accompanied by a fresh marriage certificate photo. In the photo, Liana's clear face held a hint of resolve, while the man beside her was none other than the—**security guard from his wedding?**
His phone clattered to the floor, the screen instantly spider-webbed. His face turned ashen, as if he’d seen a ghost. How dare Liana marry a security guard? Was this to humiliate him? Or to get revenge?
【Ryan: My head is a green grassland?】
【The scumbag got his just deserts!】
【The Smith Group is doomed, hahahaha!】
Just as he thought this was merely a joke, an unknown number called. From the other end came his father’s hysterical roar: “Ryan! What have you done?! All our cooperation with the Gu Group has been unilaterally terminated! Their legal department has already sent a breach of contract notice!”
The Gu Group! That behemoth that commanded the business world, a power even his father had to look up to!
Ryan's mind reeled. He trembled as he thought of the seemingly ordinary "security guard" beside Liana. That man with deep eyes and an extraordinary aura was definitely not an ordinary working man.
He married his fiancée, and at the same time, personally destroyed the family enterprise he was so proud of.
Who was this man... exactly?!
Left heartbroken at the altar, Liana impulsively marries Jacob, a mysterious billionaire hiding his own pain. What begins as a cold agreement transforms into a journey of passion and healing. As they navigate meddling exes, family drama, and corporate battles, will their whirlwind romance blossom into true love, or will their pasts tear them apart?
