From Fake Wife To Billionaire Heiress

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bringing her foster child. The

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, the door

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breezed past her in

the roast she had spent three hours cooking.

asked, his voice tender in a way Celena had never

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ottle crumbled. Frustrated, he reached up. He rub

motion. The exa

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a deep, chocolate brown. The other wa

ily gatherings, but in her desperate need to believe in the perfect life she thought she had, her brain had simply ref

ffair. It wasn't ju

ster child. He

ch meant this affair had been going on for a

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," Celena said, her voice sou

er. "Then go get some. God, Cele

credit card across the mahogany table.

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able. Celena saw the shift in fabric. She saw th

the card. It fe

," sh

took the elevator down to the lobby a

on the corner. She walked

. She knew the PIN. It was

hit 'Withdraw'. She took out the d

nothing compared to what she

a pint of generic, freezer-burned

w. They were up there, playing happy family. They

She was the bank. And sh

were on the floor building a tower with block

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le with a smile that didn't reach h

," she