Runaway Hearts: A Billionaire Bride's Tale

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had secretly separated would be the lowest point in the Taylor fami

s the world on a 24-hour basis. Since before I was old enough to remember, I have been participating in them in some way. Since I was

onger with the leadin

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rwhelming amount of texts on my phone from people I knew informing

ale film in which she would be directing for the first time. Our divorce resulted from the pr

okies into the shrubbery outside the incorrect villa at the incorrect resort, where I was trying to hide till everything

aving people ask me questions that make me feel like

host says, passing a plate of toast

me, then she brings her knees up to her chest. I'm not sure whether she recognizes me. I'm also undecided about whether I want her to

and to my resort. Returning to my property, I am certain that the well-paid staff will keep my presence a secret from others. And even if my other guests know me and have heard the news in the last few days, I have complete assurance that t

t lodges in my throat, causing a convulsion that aches throughout my whole body, from my pinky toe to my head. The gossip papers would like this. Formerly a sweet romantic mo

t work out five days a week with a personal trainer. Everything aches after making a

y you didn't have to go to your job today." This time, I stutter again as I try to recognize the sentenc

you are Edwa

y, but you have to go. I don't want any more attention from you

the dry bread. Once again, choke on it. My hoste

d toast clearly since the bread is remo

. Sharp collarbones. Large blue eyes with a pointed chin and a pixie nose. Her dark hair was being held back by somewhat large ears. Her loose cotton jeans are down low on her hips, and it's almost apparent tha

seen with me." She frowns b

psed beyond anything I could have ever planned for. However, smiling seems pointless and uncalled for when someone wit

he question, she takes the seat across fr

you, Elizabeth. My

mmer Gleam films so that, like a total bastard, you may go into the home of

at that? I must admi

swear on my favorite

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ment I don't want t

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to sneak into my life right now by

ea who I am, do you?" Mother a

ing disregarded his mother's suggestion to hide out at his brother's favorit

drunk, but the child has a mind of his own." And today, in addition to his opinions on

quainted?"

y quick enough-instincts would take control, wouldn't they?-but my security team isn't around, unlike the time I foolis

des between her knees as her freckled whit

ck drapes. The artwork depicts the island's landscape including the strange, out-of-place shell in the corner. The arrangement of the living room, kitchen, and door. The f