Married To The Billionaire: Spoiling My Vengeful Wife

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u? Call me ba

rother, also your

the phone! Something ver

the blurry text, her heartbeat i

messages were from Victoria Sterling-her best friend,

ould have happened that made Victoria contact her so urgentl

n-it was an invitation for a video call. That se

acce

slightly disheveled. The background was dark, with the low rhythm of m

phone," Victoria said with some

broken, worn out from days of coughing, "I've

, he's back. He wa

leaving only an unbelievable daze. "Impossible, he messaged two

's at the Silas Bar in the center of Manhattan. He's thr

turned as cold as ic

er of pity crossing her features before the anger returned. "He's

icial? What are you talking about? There must be a mistake." She tried to defend

sorrow that cut deeper than her anger. "Don't be naive

umb as she fumbled, switching from the video

't have

ing in her feed. Po

m wrapped tightly around Isabelle Gray. Her stepsister. Isabelle was beaming, her hand resting on his chest, a diamond ring flashing on he

caption that

resent, and future. My on

nerveless fingers, landin

e ye

spent alone because he couldn't risk being seen with her. He'd called it protection. H

laceholder. A convenient stand-in, kept in the shadows

for her final year at boarding school in Switzerland. He'd commente

less frequent, his touch more distant, e

g moments she had brushed aside, now clicked into

rfaced. Anger. Sharp, unyielding rage burning through every inch of her bones,

he tears from her face. Her eyes, reflected in the dark screen of the tele

ter wasting three years on a liar who

t Asher had betrayed her, the trust fund shares her father left her would only unlock full control of the fa

sabelle's smug engagement. Then a forgotten email flickered in her mind, one from her mothe

sactional marriage opportunity

floor, her fingers flying thro

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was that this man needed a wife just as desperately as she needed a husband to

other's number

d up on the

h venom. "What now, Audrey? I was in the m

y calm, devoid of any tremor or sorrow, ice coating eve

med you'd buried your head in the sand as usual. Don't tell me you're

asting like cold metal on her tongu

even manage to show up on time for a brunch I planned three weeks in advance, and now you expect everyone t

gument, every word sharp and authoritative. "Tell Julian Sin

to ruin this high-society match, you know that, don't you? You'll walk in there with that

-rant, hanging up with

into Le Ciel tonight, strike a mutually beneficial deal with Julian Sinclair-he gets a compliant wife to quiet his family's marriage pressure a