Married a Billionaire as a Side Hustle

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hat isn't mine, I can feel the weight of dec

whispers of the gathered guests. All eyes are fixed on me, but they do

a mask of composure, but I couldn't deny the love that shone in his eyes. He looked at me like I was th

he too blinded by duty and l

built on a foundation of lies. I am not the woman he was meant to marry. She fled,

over me, a solemn reminder of

an to be your lawfu

et his gaze once more, searching for a hint of hesitation, a spark of uncertainty. But all I find is a burning want and need that didn't match my own, this man wa

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The elegant lady who sat with the groom's parents, her expression was unreadable, but her gaze was sharp, reminding me of the terms of our agreement. It was because of her that I was now privileged to wear a gown that I never

ks earl

dumb

ng as my fists ball at my sides. Anger bubbled in my chest, but

at me in pure disgust, like I resembled a grain of dust he could easily wipe away. But I continued to stay silent

ut it seems my apology was not enough to soothe his rage as he takes the reje

y workers, please leave y

y heart warms with gratitude. The customer scoffs and turns on his heels, making sure t

th to apologize but I stop him by giving a gentle pat on his back. He doesn't have to take responsibility for someone's

would only leave when my shift is over, and besides I couldn't possibly leave you to do all the work alone. It's a full house today." I add once more, hoping he listens. Well, I coul

ys brought a spare outfit with me. I wince as the cold water runs over the

of treatment but the voices in my head say otherwise

mutter to myself, shutting out the

to not let my har

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