The Billionaire's Neglected Wife Is A Genius

thmic ache that matched the soreness radiating through her limbs. She reached out inst

old. Smooth, pri

g open. Hardy Burnett walked out, already fully dressed in a charcoal three-piece suit. He adjusted his silk

waist. The movement exposed the dark, mottled bruise on

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e and picked up his platinum watch, fastening

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ding. "It's my ovulation week," she whispered, the words feeling heavy on her tongue. "The

turned slowly, his eyes sweeping over her bare shoulders and the messy tangle o

ide of the bed and

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fabric until her knuckles turned white. It wasn't a

pulled out a small, silver foil packet.

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didn't offer a goodbye kiss. The heavy bedroom door clicked sh

foil packet. The m

ight, he had been desperate, his hands possessive, his breathing ragged

with a glass of water on a silver tray. Maria didn't mee

ter. She swallowed it dry, the chalky bitter

. A notification from the bank: De

nough to buy a house in the su

ed at the mark on her neck. She reached for her concealer and began to dab the b

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