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Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!

Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!

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Chapter 1 We Need To Get A Divorce

Word Count: 815    |    Released on: 18/12/2025

s set. I'm finally going t

orge Hardy caught her mouth in a kiss, cutti

on his skin. A soft, breathless sound slipped from

ion melted. Desire flickered a

, voice rough. "I

ey soon surrendered to the d

est, her fingers drawing lazy patterns on his skin

. His tone suddenly turned cold, even h

Tears sprang to her eyes, sh

ed her identity as his wife stay in the shadows, asking for a s

e did it, and not even the staff knew that the

truly married to Jorge was at n

that would announce her identity as Jorge's wife to the world,

her to marry a seventy-year-old predator. If I marry Rebecc

It'll only be for two years. After that, I'll marry you

le trembled. "Did you ever stop to think about what

ueezed shut

Peters family had lost everything, and she had gone fr

e a living by be

one to pay off her

ing, letting her join his com

vior, her bea

ingly, hoping love could warm the

y him, convinced her devoti

ng eyes, showing off the fireworks she had designed

All because of Rebecca Morley, the

've always said you'd do anything for me, even die for me. Can't you swallow a little discomfort for once? Rebe

ion blurred

ead through her chest unti

lan for her have to do with me? If you're so determined to help her, find some wea

letely. "I can't trust anyone el

not just grateful to her for saving your life. You clearly have feelings for her. Don't pretend

er hand across her face,

tell anyone about our marriage. I won't have people cal

thing about

bout that woman

de for Jorge for years, couldn't hold back any longer.

ing you and believing in you

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Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!
Too Late, Hubby, I'm The Tycoon's Darling Now!
“For three years, Averie pushed herself through a secret marriage, waiting for the day she could finally wear a white dress and be seen as his wife. The night before she could finally walk down the aisle, he confessed without a hint of hesitation that he was marrying the woman who once rescued him instead. The "fake" divorce agreement she signed for him shattered into a real, icy breakup that finally freed her wounded heart. When he returned in remorse, begging for just one more chance, a ruthless business magnate pulled Averie close and muttered coldly, "You're too late. She's my woman now."”