Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss

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ded with notifications. Thirty missed calls. Fifty text

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o exuded such overwhelming wealth and power, his digital footprint was practically nonexistent. There were only a few vague, buried m

en, a chilling memory surfaced. Darrin used to brag, drunk on his own ambition, about a mysterious, untouchable uncle in the main branch of the Spencer family-a ruthl

up out of the mud, the man who had just demanded she marry him... could he be the v

seat. Her heart hammered agains

using me to punish Darrin's side of the family? Am I

here," the dr

partment building. She handed the driver a twenty, pulled Andrew's

ed look as she hurried past, b

. As the numbers ticked up, she tried to force her breathing to slow do

d her keys from her purse and

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on, illuminating the two people sta

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arty, his tie ripped open, his hair a mess. Katrina stood next t

e cab vanished, replaced by a surge of pure, white-hot rage

up. His eyes immediately dropped to the oversize

lousy. He closed the distance between them i

in snarled, his grip bruising her sk

sheer audacity of his wor

econd of hesitation, she swung her hand and slap

n's head snapped to the side. He stumbled back, his h

ed forward and grabbed Dar

ppear all night to sleep with some random

hey looked like two pat

lena said, her voice dropping to a deadly, quiet

, shoved her key into t

ot looking back. "Or I will call the poli

nd flat against the wood of the door, fo

eplaced by the sickeningly sweet, manip

soft. "Let us in. We need to talk. It'

veins in her neck throbbed. She slowly tur

voice like ice. "Come insid