From Fake Wife To Billionaire Heiress

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thing but a cold,

essed in a sharp, charcoal sui

the air. Ava was at the stove, wearing a frilly apron ov

l at the island. Leo was in his high chai

you don't mind, I took over

g Ava's backside. "Domest

the coffee machine. She pou

ticky fork at Celena's mug. It was a custom

h, give it to him, Celena. It's

o take the mug fr

her hand back

hung in the ai

silent. Foster

said flatly. "He'll burn

Celena," Foster grumble

s locking with his. "Ava is right there.

't used to this tone. H

ng her. She checked her Cartier watch-a fake one

viewing,

ur little house hunting.

g to look for furniture

't," s

sign the final closing doc

rd Ava whisper, loud enough to

oster replied, stroking

sted the Porsche be leased through the company and, for tax purposes, had put her down as the primary drive

t up," she

ound of Leo's tantrum fading a

ad against the cool metal wall and

ealous. She