The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

Chapter 6

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back, and heat crept up my neck as I

le, reaching over to squeeze

tart acting shy now

nd sat up, keeping the sh

a real plan. I can't hide

ace as he bent one knee an

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cheek, my fingers tight

rol freak. He can't stand losing g

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eave just enough proof lying around that I spent the night with another man. I want him pa

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the line of my jaw with his index fing

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annual charity gala. Waller is already on the gues

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outh kicking up before he suddenly gripped

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round his neck to

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id, carrying me toward the master bathroom with an easy st

pen with his foot and set me down

ing tub, he let the hot water thunder into the bas

peeled off his black t-shirt, my breath catching at th

d both hands on the marble counter on

gainst his bare chest to keep him back, "but keep y

at, dipping his head until his l

ry to b

into the steaming tub, lowering himself i

s his large hands settled firml

into my waist and pressed me down against him, his vo

e, or I won't be responsi

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The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

ANASTASIA GRAVES Romance

“For two years, I played the obedient wife to a star hockey player, even shelving my own scientific research to protect his devoted family man brand. Then, a text message led me to a luxury cabin in the freezing rain, where I saw my husband half-naked on a sofa with my best friend of ten years. Through the glass, I heard them mocking my pathetic salary, laughing about how he only kept me around to balance the books for his charity foundation. When I called him right outside the window, he smoothly lied about being in bed at the team hotel. "Goodnight, sweetheart. Coach kept us on the ice late." He kissed her right on the mouth as he spoke those words to me. My heart shattered, realizing my entire marriage was a carefully crafted lie and my best friend was a parasite using me for clout. I couldn't understand how they could take me for such a fool, humiliating me for years while expecting to walk away clean. But I wasn't alone in the dark. The man who brought me there was her husband-a supposedly broke, benched player who was secretly the billionaire owner of my husband's entire sports franchise. "Now, how do you want to hit back?" he whispered in the shadows. I wiped my tears, put on a backless crimson couture gown, and walked straight into the league's most exclusive VIP gala to tear my husband's fake life apart.”