Married To The Wrong Montgomery Billionaire

re Home parted, and Hazel burst thro

nurse called out from behind the recept

er and pushed open

ian's clothes into black plastic garbage bags. His easel was overturned o

l. His long, thin arms were locked over his knees, his pale face buried in his sweater

f between the orderlies and the corner. She shoved the near

ry account holder revoked the funding an hour ago. This room is reserved

ce fierce. She dropped to her knees beside Julia

ly, letting out a low, distressed whine. He hit his head

oftening into a steady, rhythmic chant. She caught his hand, gently pr

ed. He lifted his head, his wide, dark eyes glassy and unfocused. He st

flat, mechanical, yet filled with a fragile, inst

n didn't understand money, debts, or social status. In his mind, he was still the one who had to

tor walked in, holdin

rother's specialized care and medication stand at thirty-two thousand dollars. If this balance is

o thousan

r pocket and thrust it forward. "Run

the handheld terminal, and handed it back as a

tor said. "Account frozen

ine of credit. He had bl

in her palm. A single

o register the marriage to Nathaniel. Sign the registry, and Julian

from the floor and was quietly drawing intricate, endless strings of b

d drag the Sterling family to federal prosecutors

time justice arrived, her brother would already be trapped ins

drugged into a stupor within forty‑eight h

back of her hand. Her chest felt empty, as if h

words and se

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The invoice will be settled tomorrow morning. If anyone touches hi

. "I have to work tonight, Julian. I'll

pkin, but his fingers paused on t

mediately to buy Julian's specialized anticonvulsant meds tha

sidian, a private members-only lounge in Midtown where sh

olled. "I need the VIP backstage shift tonight. Yes,