Fake Marriage? The Billionaire Heiress Has A Thousand Faces

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hunderous. Liam's lower lip jutted out. "You're bad too,

he stairs, ready

, her gaze flicking down to where Kylee was still crumpled on the steps. "And honestl

re you suggesting I threw myself d

n was a mask of wounded innocence. "I should go check on him." She turned a

nally turned to Kylee. He crouched

wist it? L

aching hand and kicked out, k

theart. Let me see. Liam's still young. He knows you're not his biological mother, so it's only natural he's hitting

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pany's IPO at such a critical stage, I can't afford any distractions. But Liam is our son, and he's important too. Tessa is family.

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on her lips as she p

r my collection. It's called 'Derailed,' by an up-an

n lying to her for five years, her first impulse ha

me to her senses.

. He had lied to h

ars of humiliation, playing the dutiful w

global firms, all to stay and resc

dly pulled the company back from th

would go public. Christopher's net wort

as she supposed to just let th

hould

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had no intention of wasting money on something so trivial. Kylee nodded slowly. "You're right. A piece by an emerging artist isn't worth m

furrowing. "This isn't about my willingness to spe

'm telling you. I'm buying it." She

ngle painting was the very least she was owed. A vein throbbe

e. "Whatever my darling wife wants.

e cold, mechanical voice of her banking ap

my account. I'll go to the gallery myself, so

to my account?! And what kind of

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e account of Kylee. The transaction note

y million dollars. She had just taken nin