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I secretly placed a note under a billionaire’s bottle of whiskey, saying, “Don’t drink it”… He was shocked, and I cleverly knocked the glass away, giving him an excuse to drag me out by the wrist. An hour later, I learned that his family had been hunting for my bottle for years. Just as he was about to tell me the truth, the real trouble began…

I folded my arms. “You first.” One corner of his mouth moved, not quite a smile. “Adrian Vale.” “I know.” “Then don’t waste my patience.” I hated the way my…
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He calls her the “pathetic ex-girlfriend” of the great billionaire outside a Scottsdale café… then a private jet, the will of a deceased billionaire, and federal agents turn his night into a disaster. But when she learns the truth, all the pent-up emotions are directed at him, and no one knows what she really wants…He calls her the “pathetic ex-girlfriend” of the great billionaire outside a Scottsdale café… then a private jet, the will of a deceased billionaire, and federal agents turn his night into a disaster. But when she learns the truth, all the pent-up emotions are directed at him, and no one knows what she really wants…
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He calls her the “pathetic ex-girlfriend” of the great billionaire outside a Scottsdale café… then a private jet, the will of a deceased billionaire, and federal agents turn his night into a disaster. But when she learns the truth, all the pent-up emotions are directed at him, and no one knows what she really wants…

Part 2 I did not look back. I could feel Mason staring at the car as we merged into traffic, could almost picture the way his face would be arranged…
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At the altar, my groom never showed. In front of hundreds of high-society guests, his mother marched up, ripped off my veil, and drenched my white couture dress in red wine. Smirking into the microphone, she announced, “My son is marrying a wealthy woman I chose. You? Just a temporary stand-in.”At the altar, my groom never showed. In front of hundreds of high-society guests, his mother marched up, ripped off my veil, and drenched my white couture dress in red wine. Smirking into the microphone, she announced, “My son is marrying a wealthy woman I chose. You? Just a temporary stand-in.”
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At the altar, my groom never showed. In front of hundreds of high-society guests, his mother marched up, ripped off my veil, and drenched my white couture dress in red wine. Smirking into the microphone, she announced, “My son is marrying a wealthy woman I chose. You? Just a temporary stand-in.”

As the crowd laughed and I crumbled, a calm voice rose behind me: “Don’t break.” His billionaire CEO stepped forward. “Pretend you’re marrying me.” In that instant, everything changed. Part…
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