The Billionaire’s Cruel Game: Ruining My Own Wedding

I have a severe panic disorder. The smallest things can trigger a massive attack.

Because of this, I've always lived my life with extreme caution.

But on the eve of my engagement, an old flip phone mysteriously appeared inside my penthouse—an apartment protected by a high-tech biometric lock.

There was a single message glowing on the screen:

"Ten million dollars to leave Julian Vance. Or I will ruin your wedding."

I was shaking, absolutely terrified. That very night, Julian upgraded the apartment's security to military grade.