The Marriage Contract: My Billionaire Ex Wants Me Back

on had baked herself. The dining table in her small apartment was decorated with gold balloons and stream

ex Patterson's birthday-it was the night she was goin

down her navy-blue dress. A tiny flutter of nerves tickled her stom

ed, interrupti

she asked, her voice

x said, his tone oddly curt. Before she co

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HOUR

ya's excitement had given way to confusion, then worry. She

She lunged for it,

t. It wa

e kitchen

lope propped against the wall. Her name was scraw

opened it, dread settling

nymore. Please don't look

again, then again, hopin

whispered, her

robotic voice on the other end crushed her hope entirely:

ed, shaking her h

ed her coat and keys, her mind

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were as cold and unyielding as the sec

Vanya said, despera

his head. "Mr. Patterson left stric

riend!" she snapped, clutc

e guard replied, his t

eyes. "Please," she begged. "I need t

nothing I

mansion in the distance, her chest heaving with sobs. The man she loved, th

er stomach as she felt more

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YEARS

akes with the investors seated around the table. She exuded calm confidence in her tailored

ime, gentlemen," she

eard the whispers about MoonTech's financial troubles, and the doub

brother Damon leaned closer to

voice low. "You've already sacrificed so much for me-fo

blazing with determination. "You

an

Listen to me, Damon. I'm not giving up until

d by the sound of the TV

to a photo of a man with sharp features, perfectly sty

Patt

s the screen. The voice of the anchor continu

illions into Patterson Empire, citing his unmatched vision and leadership. Sources

her ears. Rex looked smug and untouchable, his wea

table tightened as a bitter

ng a hand on her shoulder. "You'v

, her voice fir

have to dine with