The Girl He Dumped Married A Tycoon

Synopsis

When I was six, my dad took a bullet to the chest to save Langston Grant. Dying, he squeezed my hand and said, "Kaylee, I've finished the job I was born for. "Now it's your turn. Guard the Grant boy the way I guarded his father. Never let a scratch touch him." I never forgot. I made Ethan Grant more important than my own heartbeat. Kids called me slow. I couldn't even recite a simple nursery rhyme. But I learned kicks, locks, and throws, and broke every bone that tried to reach him. From six to eighteen, I walked in front of him like a shield, collecting scars the way other girls collected charms. The last time they wheeled me into the ER, Ethan cried and whispered, "The minute we're old enough, we get married." Married meant being together every single day. His smile was warm. Of course, I said yes. At twenty, a beautiful woman told me she was the real bride. So I promised myself to someone else. And Ethan wept like the world was ending.