The Secret Tycoon's Sweet Vengeful Queen

Chapter 7

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am filled the bathroom, and I froze on Crawford's lap,

seconds before his rough palms slid up my r

rabbing at his wrists beneath the surface, t

" Crawford murmured, his throat working

lled me down, his mouth sealing over mine in a hot, de

d past my lips. My hands slipped from his wrists to his wet shoulders, my

de of the tub. I gasped at the shock of cold against my spine, and he used that

ll back against the rim of the tub, a broken sound slipping past my

thm, his large hands locking onto my hips to

dle of a storm, my breath coming in ragged gasps u

n, my vision whiting out as I bit do

rushing me against his ribs as he sh

d. The water slowly cooled around us while my

ff the tap, stood up with me in his arm

ness that made my chest ache. Then he sat me back on the marble counter, plugged in the

ression in the fogged mi

ours?" he asked, clicking off the dr

at my hands fo

ng to clean up the mess onc

nger under my chin a

Genevieve. You got on my boat, a

oice quieted the tremor in my s

lothes, I walked with him down to the gar

ack toward Cherry Hills, I pulled my phone ou

thirty-two missed calls and a flood of text messages from Dedri

d the screen, and looked over

at house. It's time

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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.”