Left at the Altar
(2026)(The fourth book in the Ruthless Billionaires series)
A novel by G R Oliveira
"He came to the cathedral to tell me the groom wasn't coming. And he handed me a check for the inconvenience."
OLIVIA BENNETT
Three hundred guests. One veil. One empty altar.
And fifteen minutes of a wedding march that stopped halfway through, with no one ever appearing at the end of the aisle.
The one who appeared was him.
Alexander Cross. The older brother of the man I was supposed to marry. The coldest man on Wall Street, with an envelope in his pocket and the voice of someone handing over a document in a board meeting: "Julian isn't coming. This is for the inconvenience. And for your discretion."
I tore the check up in his face.
Four months later, I'd rebuilt my life with my own two hands — bills paid, a name as an event planner, my brother's future finally within reach. Then I signed the biggest contract of my career, without knowing who the real client was.
It was him.
And Alexander Cross has a proposal: pretend we're together. The humiliated ex-fiancée on the arm of the older brother, in front of everyone — to destroy the family that destroyed me.
I should say no.
But he offered me the one thing tearing up a check didn't buy: watching his mother lose. Up close.
ALEXANDER CROSS
I tried to stop it. Nobody knows that.
I argued with my mother, with my coward of a brother, with the cold logic that has always won every argument at the Cross family table. It didn't matter. When it became clear no one was going to that cathedral, I did the only thing still in my hands: I went myself.
I went there and became the executioner.
She stood under the weight of three hundred pairs of eyes, chin up, carrying a humiliation that would have brought stronger people to their knees. And she tore up my check the way you'd tear up a man.
I kept the pieces. They're in a drawer. I don't know why.
Now she's in my conference room, and I have a flawless plan to kill the merger that's about to gut my company. Half of it is strategy.
The other half is a man inventing an elaborate excuse to keep that woman within reach of his life.
She thinks I'm made of ice. That I have the warmth of a morgue refrigerator.
She doesn't know yet that she's the only person who's managed to make me feel anything in years.
"For this to work, people need to believe Alexander Cross fell for an event planner from Boston."
"I can be convincing when I want to be."
"Oh, yeah? Then convince me."
✔ Left at the Altar ✔ Fake Dating ✔ Brother's Ex-Fiancée ✔ Wall Street Billionaire ✔ Revenge Romance ✔ He Falls First ✔ Grumpy x Sunshine ✔ Slow Burn with Explosive Tension
Genre: Romance
OLIVIA BENNETT
Three hundred guests. One veil. One empty altar.
And fifteen minutes of a wedding march that stopped halfway through, with no one ever appearing at the end of the aisle.
The one who appeared was him.
Alexander Cross. The older brother of the man I was supposed to marry. The coldest man on Wall Street, with an envelope in his pocket and the voice of someone handing over a document in a board meeting: "Julian isn't coming. This is for the inconvenience. And for your discretion."
I tore the check up in his face.
Four months later, I'd rebuilt my life with my own two hands — bills paid, a name as an event planner, my brother's future finally within reach. Then I signed the biggest contract of my career, without knowing who the real client was.
It was him.
And Alexander Cross has a proposal: pretend we're together. The humiliated ex-fiancée on the arm of the older brother, in front of everyone — to destroy the family that destroyed me.
I should say no.
But he offered me the one thing tearing up a check didn't buy: watching his mother lose. Up close.
ALEXANDER CROSS
I tried to stop it. Nobody knows that.
I argued with my mother, with my coward of a brother, with the cold logic that has always won every argument at the Cross family table. It didn't matter. When it became clear no one was going to that cathedral, I did the only thing still in my hands: I went myself.
I went there and became the executioner.
She stood under the weight of three hundred pairs of eyes, chin up, carrying a humiliation that would have brought stronger people to their knees. And she tore up my check the way you'd tear up a man.
I kept the pieces. They're in a drawer. I don't know why.
Now she's in my conference room, and I have a flawless plan to kill the merger that's about to gut my company. Half of it is strategy.
The other half is a man inventing an elaborate excuse to keep that woman within reach of his life.
She thinks I'm made of ice. That I have the warmth of a morgue refrigerator.
She doesn't know yet that she's the only person who's managed to make me feel anything in years.
"For this to work, people need to believe Alexander Cross fell for an event planner from Boston."
"I can be convincing when I want to be."
"Oh, yeah? Then convince me."
✔ Left at the Altar ✔ Fake Dating ✔ Brother's Ex-Fiancée ✔ Wall Street Billionaire ✔ Revenge Romance ✔ He Falls First ✔ Grumpy x Sunshine ✔ Slow Burn with Explosive Tension
Genre: Romance
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