Too Late To Beg: The Unwanted Wife Is An Heiress

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didn't celebrate. He just looked annoyed and

rom his mother caused me to misca

mattered, Ignatz was on a live broadcast, proposing

sterectomy years ago and could never g

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a job in Flore

me and slashed his own wrist to prove hi

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king the oxygen right out of the room. I stared at him, my mind

a life had been quietly growing for three months. A lif

ame for a hit-and-run?" I w

is cologne, a scent of sandalwood and ambition that I used to ass

finds out it was Everleigh, her career is over. She is just st

f contact making me shiver. The coldness

sked, my voice gaining a fracti

weetness I had once mistaken for love. "You are just an architect, Genevieve. A private citizen. It

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to a twenty-billion-dollar empire. I had the world at my

ave it

gnatz. I became Genevieve Ball. I lived in the shadows, shrinking myself so

just a disposable shi

is tailored navy suit, his career soaring, his face gracing magazine

window, I saw a stranger. A woman worn down by years of s

weight of them familiar yet foreign. "Do this for us. For our future. Once this blo

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was a carrot on a stick, always dangling just out of rea

my throat. It was the morning si

Ignatz," I said

as deafening. I waited for

mother of your child to

nd-a spasm of annoyance-then relaxed. He let out

y lawyers will handle it. You won't see the insid

k. He glanced at the screen, and his expression sh

was

," he said, already

helped design. I watched him answer the pho

handling it. Don't

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n who modeled her style after Everleigh right down to the sh

headset, ignoring my presence entirely. To her, I was

ed the elevator. It was

id without preamble

ilding. There are reporters outside looking for the driver. Don't say anything. J

with taking the fall for a crime I didn't commit. She j

nd, Meredit

e media twists things. Ignatz is finally getting the recognition he dese

rama of me giving up e

slid open, and I stepped into the lobby. I felt diz

e home, that I didn't feel well, that I was scared. But I kn

rtment. It was a far cry from the mansions I grew up in, but it was th

d. I sat on the edge of the bed, sta

I could hear my neighbor

atz Turner and Everleigh were spotted at the g

lied. "I heard he's g

s. My nails dug into my palms

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ail for her while the world

blinked, notifying me of a new email. It was sent to my ol

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Ms. F

nd you have been on a hiatus, but a position has opened up for a lead architect

the words.

membered who I was be

tz wanted me to walk into tomorrow. I thought about the baby growing insid

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