The Billionaire's Runaway Country Girl

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inding me of Jules, my beautiful wife. We'd only been married a month, and she was my everything. I missed her. But I had to tie

everything

nger. Henry Shepherd wasn't a friend; he was a farmhand on the run from the law. The nerve of h

ing to calm my racing heart. I didn't wa

l have to tell the police about your little... sideline

s?" he scoffed, tryin

red. "We both know Pastor Joshua's

urge of satisfaction. Now I had his attention. I t

dealings don't concern me as long as you stay away from Jules. After all, everyone h

for his backpack and pulled out a brown envelope

he mumbled, fidg

anything. The secrecy of my love former rival sitting across from me, h

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les, all smiles and tangled with this other guy, Henry. What in the world was going on? My blo

but the way his eyes darted around told a different story. "Those kind of women don't stick around, Adam. Besides, I know your little secret. Big sho

?" I growled, the words

's playing you, Adam. She only cares about money and fancy things. I'm trying to be a good guy, see? Remember what you said about there being plenty of other fish in t

acking. I tried to hold myself together, but a huge p

, too. I just felt kinda bad for you, honestly. But you never listen, so I brought you the pr

, afraid to love anyone. Afraid of getting hurt, the way my mom hurt my dad when she left with another man. My dad never got over it. He buried himself in work, making billions to prove somethi

rlight - she was the sweetest girl I ever met. I thought she loved me, not the money that s

Jules...

ut. My head throbbed with a dull ache, but worse was the anger burning in my

in the living room. Elena, the socialite who'd been glued to my side s

re?" I mumbled, my voi

ying on her lips. Her gaze swept across the apartment, taking in

ew times, but I never revealed everything I had. It was a test, a stupid one in hindsight. Back then, her lack of in

to space, lost in the tangled mess of my thoughts. Here was Elena, always there, alwa

wildflowers like Jules'. I deepened the kiss, her soft moans a pale imitation of Jules' fiery passion. My tongue exploring hers, a needy sound escaping her throat. Scooping her up, I carried her to the bed, desire warring with a cold knot

It was Jules, standing frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide with a mi