The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

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and patted Dominic's hand. It looke

manila envelope

ave the woman a charming, practiced smile. The ki

wave of disgust warring with

up, smoothed her

in his chair, staring out the

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said softly. "I know w

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e sound that made heads turn. "Honey,

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it across

" she said. "I need you

at the number.

rand buy me?" he asked, hi

, but she held his gaze. "A husban

ter. He coughed, thumpin

garding a trust fund. I need someone who looks good in a

this morning. I can give you a monthly stipend. Five thousand a month,

ed at the napkin, then at he

and dollars every time the stock market ti

ess pursuit of more power. And this woman... this woman who thought he was a pr

d smoothly. "Big ones.

m. Once I get my trust fund unlocked

" he repeated,

d her hand across the table. Her

small hand. He looked

r hand in his. His palm was wa

said. "Mrs.