Married To My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

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ache, like a slapshot ringing against the boards inside my skull. I was in a be

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voice commanded

chair facing the door. He had his back to me, his post

ding the tailored black jacket. He threw it at

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hite strobes from the sports paparazzi left spots in my vision. I sc

was a theatrical shriek.

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phers hesitated, lowering their lenses for a split second. Beckett w

his face twisted in a mask of fury. "Get you

h triumph. "We were just looking for Elianna. Kenan wa

ed, my voice cracking. "I felt

eporters muttered, snapping another

r. Disgraceful. Kenanis downstairs playing the heartbroken star c

heavy and cruel-a sharp, deliberate j

l might bend. He looked at Kena, then back at me. His eyes were dark, unre

ena. "She didn't th

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a performance of resignation that was terrifyingly convi

d. "What? No,

because she couldn't stand the sight of your son anymore. She chose me. We thought we c

ny preying on a helpless invalid. But Beckett painting himself as the secret lover? It made Kenanlook like

overing quickly. "You're disgustin

made me," Beckett said

reporters back into the hallway. The door s

tt's back. He was

ered. "Why did

e vulnerability was gone. His

ntract and destroy your family," he said coldly. "If we are lovers, it's just a scandal. A me

tears streaming down my face. "My life

ckett said. "Get dressed. Harrison is wait