My Ex's Billionaire Father Is Now My Husband

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smelled like expensive laundry, not like Jason's old

remem

The little velvet box in my pu

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night. My mascara was all over the pillow. And I was wear

d I put

hivering,"

ite shirt, no tie. Hair combed. Coffee in his hand. He looked

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thick file on my lap. The title sai

was real. I really said okay to

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as the deal. One

ther people while married. Must attend public even

nd a letter of recommendation to open

han my mother ever made in her life. More than I would

said, watching my face. "D

t me, Mr. Sterling. You are not my

ia

ha

le liar, Ava. You

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ngers brushed mine. Just for one second. But it was eno

s voice lower now. "Don't let

he bedroom door flew ope

so

bly didn't sleep either. Sophie was right behind him, h

ze when h

s bed. In his

fusion to shock to pur

CK is this?!

sped. "Oh

e before, old man in grey suit - stood up quickly and

o calm. The kind of calm that comes before a storm. "I was

-mot

g in the air

This is a joke, right? Dad, tell me this is a

mped her last night by the pool, in front of fifty people,

ed at me. For the first time, h

I was drunk. Sophie and I... it was nothing.

ike he burned her. "Nothin

ow, So

shirt. Watching my ex-boyfriend be

ee years I waited for him to choose me. Now he was

t but clear. "You don't love me. You l

to me. Something lik

son stepped forward,

moved

ng next to his father, Jason looked like a little

fe," Adrian said.

your

:12 this morning. City Hall.

ge certificate. It had my name. Ava Mitchell

We were rea

d digger! You couldn't get the son so

I had heard it my whole

n. But before they cou

pez!" he

an appeared in the d

n Sterling off my property. Th

Mr. St

n't do this! He doesn't love you! He will

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ian, and the contra

fast I thought it woul

ispered. "Th

ed. A real laugh this

good,"

terri

But you d

this time. I could see the little grey hairs at

softly. "No one will ever call you

ing box that was still

in movies. It was simple. Elegant. A thin gold band w

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inger. His hand was

t per

is this one. Mrs. Lopez will bring your things from Jason's a

need an

, with that cocky smile.

l

treet in Benin. Wearing a ten thousand dollar sh

y ex's billi

t night, I didn't want to cry. I