Married to the Billionaire I Hated

nto the express elevator to the top floor. Just as I st

mployees were whispering behind their hands, and one of them said under her breath, "She's got some guts. The

ve her a sharp look. Once our eyes met, s

is what Sullivan Corp calls elite employ

them up

office and saw Lucille cursing at a woman dressed in designer from head to

h!" he

g directly across from Graham. He glanced at me col

ed to look at me. Graham pointed at m

think you can get away with everything just because you've got Theo

dy said he was meeting Ms. Reynolds for business last night! Manager Oliver was

I pulled Lucille aside. "

me. She couldn't stand the idea of me being hurt-never could since we were kids. Whether it was real or not, she didn't care. She imm

re happened to be around for a meeting with Graham. And for whatever reason, he

l construction bid right now. Besides Reynolds Corp and Sullivan Corp, there's no other real competition. Reynolds' second

e and said in a flat voice, "You might be close friends with Ms. Reynolds, but you know better than anyone how

that kind

You're underestimating just

someone threw me into a freezing

regretted not using my phone t

Word is, Mr. Sterling's mother had her eyes on you before suddenly switching to your sister. Could it be that you're just bitter... or maybe just lonely enou

ou

rned the restaurant in advance. Sullivan Group was a major name in Southveil. Add in the fact that Theodore, who ac

ot a smirk at Theodore. "I'll remember what you did today, Mr.

g into dangerous slits as if he cou

s, then turned on my heel and left without even glancing back. But I

his wife! And this is the guy you almost married? Honestly, he's trash. Maybe we should thank your stepmom. If she hadn't bribed Juli

deal? Every damn thing out of his mouth was aimed at you. Do you know him from before

ith anger, and I barely croaked out

d a black Maybach parked along the curb. I recognized it instant

my bag, flipped out the small hidden blade attac

d like she was ready to hype me into flipping the whole damn car. Neit

y u

turning around. And

d, eyes sharp enough to pric

ced at the tire, then grabbed the wrist that had held the bl

run. But Theodore was faster. His driver had already intercepted her, dragged her to a waiting

hing plenty of attention from passers-by. Not that it help

ift move, he hooked my legs and lifted me over his shoulder like it was nothing. I screamed and flailed

at the hell are you doing? We'r

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