Rejected and Abandoned, Until the Right Man Found Me — Novel

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In a world where love twists into betrayal, Irene finds herself at the mercy of Mathias Rocco, a man shaped by heartbreak and vengeance. After being cast aside like an unwanted memory, she is thrust into a tumultuous game of power and desire when Mathias re-enters her life with a chilling ultimatum. But why does his past with Nathalia Cavendish still haunt him, and what role does Irene play in this fiery reunion?

As Mathias navigates his feelings for the woman he once loved, he becomes increasingly entangled with Irene, whose own heart bears the scars of rejection. In a night filled with jealousy and desperation, Mathias's protective instincts clash with his unresolved emotions, leaving Irene questioning her worth. Can she break free from the shadows of his past, or will she forever be a pawn in his quest for revenge?

As the stakes rise and secrets unravel, the line between love and vengeance blurs. Will Mathias finally confront his demons, or will his unresolved feelings for Nathalia tear them apart? In a world where every choice has consequences, can love truly heal the wounds of the past, or will it only lead to more heartache?

Rejected and Abandoned, Until the Right Man Found MeChapter 1

To avenge his first love, Mathias Rocco vowed to teach me a lesson.

So, I was drugged and thrown into the bed of a pot-bellied, balding businessman like discarded trash.

Days later, Mathias finally remembered my existence.

"Irene, if you know what’s good for you, come back this instant," he ordered over the phone, his voice cold with entitlement.

"Otherwise, our engagement…."

A deep, lazy voice cut in with mockery. "Irene’s been quite exhausted these past few nights," the man drawled, his words carrying an unmistakable meaning. "Also…."

"Don’t wait for a wedding invitation. Irene feels sick just looking at you."

…

As the auction hall lit up, my eyes landed on Mathias, his fingers clenched around a wine glass, crushing it in his grip.

Shards of glass tore into his palm, crimson dripping onto the pristine tablecloth.

I gasped, instinctively stepping forward to check his injury, but he shoved me away, widening the distance between us.