Wrong Room, Right Billionaire: Ultimate Revenge

Chapter 3

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disaster of tangled Egyptian cotton sheets. The faint scent of cr

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used, her heart s

ssively across her bare waist, anchoring her

ompletely even. In the soft morning light, his razor-sharp jawline and

s, the overwhelming weight of his body, her desperate pl

her lower lip so hard she tasted iro

, taking hold of the heavy wrist draped over her

ep, his jaw tightening slightly as if displeas

till under. She rolled off the other side of the matt

the floor. She had to grip the edge of the

watch beside a pair of black-and-gold cufflink

re to know. The only thing consuming her mind was r

ing gown lying shredded on the car

d inside, grabbed a long, charcoal-black cashmere overcoat fr

old woods and expensive tobacco. It

silhouette on the bed, Gidget pulled open the hea

iting elevator and pre

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caping down her cheeks. "Forget it... Conway is still

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d touched him for an entire night, and he

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bedside landline and

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ef personal assistant, Owen Foster, s

ing on a dark silk robe, and walked over to th

his thumb aggressively rubbing his signet ring. "Tear

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nd picked up t

hair clip. Engraved near the hi

ting the sharp edge press deep into his palm.

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“For ten years, Gidget sacrificed everything for her fiancé, Colin, enduring his family's sneers just to secure the medical funding her dying younger brother desperately needed. But at a high-society gala, she pushed open a VIP lounge door and found Colin having sex with her malicious step-sister, Dixie. Worse, Dixie was four weeks pregnant. "Once I finalize the trust fund injection using her clean public profile tonight, I'll cut her loose." Hearing Colin's cold words, Gidget threw her engagement ring right into his face. In retaliation, Dixie threw herself down a flight of hospital stairs to frame Gidget. Furious, Colin immediately froze her brother's medical trust fund, leaving the boy in sudden cardiac failure in the ICU without the money for life-saving equipment. Driven to absolute despair and completely abandoned, a soaked and exhausted Gidget stumbled into a luxury hotel to hide from the rain. She accidentally triggered the private elevator to the top-floor presidential suite. She didn't know the terrifying Wall Street tyrant inside was suffering from a lethal touch-allergy, and any woman who touched him would trigger anaphylactic shock. But when he grabbed her in the dark, there were no hives, no pain. Just her scent, which instantly cured his lifelong agony. After a night of chaotic entanglement, Gidget fled back to the hospital, terrified of how she would pay her brother's bills. Only to find an anonymous, unlimited medical grant had just saved his life. She thought she was finally free to start over, completely unaware that the real predator had just locked her cage.”