Revenge Marriage: My Secret Billionaire Husband
against her legs. It smelled like n
dshield wipers sliced back and forth. Swish, swish. The rhythm was
ty Hall loomed through the curtain
sudden silence in th
and turned toward her. His move
here,"
the building, then at the man beside her. Reali
very expensive car-about to marry him because... because
on the buckle o
cleared her throat. "I can't d
't look angry. He just rested his arm
to make him regr
ld still see Javon's face, the smugness, the way he had lo
re baggage. That's what he ha
The vibration against her thigh
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ion, the room and board, the physical therapy. Javon had promised to help.
st debt and a grandmother
lumping shoulders told him everything he needed to know. He knew abou
rance," he said quietly.
head sna
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s more common than marriage for love. He wasn't offering a fairy tale; he was offering a busines
es. But more importantly, he was a li
d the phone back into her po
ed out onto the wet pavement, the col
ood close, his shoulder brushing against hers. She noticed that he was holding the umbrella entirely over her, leavi
up the steps
old paper. It was quiet, save for the s
od close to her, a solid wall o
middle-aged woman with glasses on a chain. Her eyes flicked
form across
was shaking so badly the tip tap
the letters came out jagged. Sh
cover
nd warm. He steadied the pen,
Kiley," he
first time he had used her name. It sounded
..
ign," h
With his hand guiding hers,
hrough the lines. There were no flowers. No music. Just the
take thi
ated. One s
er hallway. She thought of Grandm
," sh
dn't hesit
tamped the
encing her to life. Or maybe
cate to Kiley. She reached for it, he
ok the certificate from the cl
arted. "I sho
slid it into the inner pocket of
fe," he said. "Y
he lost her phone twice a week. But he couldn't know that. Unless he
don
ced a hand on the small of her b
, Mrs. Wi
h her spine. Mrs. Wilkinson. It
had stopped. A single beam of sunlight cut t
to a stranger. And she had a fee