Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival

scrolled through the agreement o

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id, his voice devoid of emotion. "And watching his suffering as he loses you to me will bring

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ding's face. He seemed to admire her pragmati

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as independence. It was the armor she needed to

ing Fielding's. All doubt had vani

e said. "I

igned her name at the bottom of the agreement.

elding's eyes. It was there and gone in an instant, but

e tablet from her. "From this moment

aimlessly. They were already pulling up to a towering sk

vate lobby and then into an elevator tha

t but screamed wealth, from the modern art on the walls to the floor-to-ceiling wind

his tone suggesting this was an inevita

rea. He nodded respectfully at Fielding. "Sir. As r

h garment in its own protective bag. On a long table, dozens of

would have cost a small fortune. She was beginning to und

e door off the main living area. "As for your personal belonging

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. "Some things are necessary," he said.

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ur appointment at City

physical shock. Tomorrow? She had agreed

nt, Mark, and was issuing a series of quiet, rapid-fire instructions. As if