Marrying His Rival: The Heiress's Sweet Revenge

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ofa, the hangover a sledgehammer pounding against my skull.

of her throwing that million-dollar check at my face burned like a f

n, star player for the New York Maverick

was my Ava. She was playing a dangerous game, using her family's sudden reappearance to punish me. She was letting

d to sweet-talk her a bit, buy her a

threw on some designer swe

ncident, and I had no idea if she was even still in that suite. My only hope wa

the way. But the shop was dark, a "Tempor

car and waited. From morning

over me. I was used to coming home to a hot meal, to Ava's

I leaned against my car, lit a cigarette

be just to see her again. To ask her to h

ce was wearing thin, a black Bentley Mul

the Montgomerys, that old-money family fro

ammed again

white suit stepped out. Even in the dim li

who had humiliated me a week ago. She wore elegant makeup, and she carried herself wi

all man got out. He walked around

e, the cigarette f

ck

rival. The bastard who had humiliated me

h Ava? What the hell

g to her in a low voice. Ava just

reached out and tucked a stray strand of her hair behin

n for a second, but

building. Beckett stood there, watching until her back disappe

d, leaving me standing there, feelin

: Ava cheated on me? She broke up with m

aker, now playing in the big leagues with the heir to the Montgo

en. Jealousy and rage, like twin snake

that's what her "resolve" was all about. S

d just stumbled into a fortune. Turns out she was

ow, but the Bentley was already gone

partment. And she was there. Ava

dripping with the fury of betrayal. "Who was that man

just kept packing and said cooll