My Crippled Husband Is a Secret Billionaire
the townhouse foyer, she felt like a
typing furiously on a laptop. As soon
ropping her keys on the desk. "A
und her wrist where Bryce had grabbed her. H
was all
cream envelope
dinner in
raphy was elegant. The Dalto
said, reading the date. "It's toni
mother forwarded it to me via courier an hour ago. She wants me to go and embarrass myself so
we look weak,"
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turing to her suitcase. "My clothes are...
ed smoothly. He pressed a button under his desk. He
. "Legally, they belong to the Trust, so I can't sell them to pay
black vintage Chanel gown. It was time
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ad pulled her hair back into a severe bun, wearing no jewelry
ulian onto t
ursed Son" and the "Runaway Bride.
gold dress from the new season. It looked cheap next to Stella's
appro
ile tight and fake. "I thought yo
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earby giggle
He looked up at Bryce,
Julian drawled. "Who do y
e laughter from the crowd. Br
ep forward, stumbling slightly on her
ist flick. The liquid arched through the
to dodge, and spinning the chair with perfect
w his weight awkwardly to the side. The wheelchair lurchedxedo jacket, soaking the shoulder, i
g the handles to steady the
ruffled but composed. His eyes wer
ying over the sudden silence. "Send the
hen at Stella. His voice sof
whispered. "Y
" Julian muttere
a. She stepped out fro
said, her voice cutting through the roo
eelchair. "Let's go, darling. The
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ony. Julian looked up at her. There was
e claws,
lla replied, her hands still s
in his wet pocket. He
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