Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss

the floor-to-ceiling windows, st

t up in the massiv

r skull. Her muscles ached as if s

ssive, decorated in cold grays and black

memories from last nigh

he heat. The desperate

hing. She yanked t

red in faint, und

choked sob o

f the bed. Her conservative black blo

n her hands. Her stom

Group. She was going to be fired. Sh

velvet armchair in the corner, a pri

ttached. It was a Cha

to the marble bathroom, scrubbed her face, and put on t

turned the heavy brass

o a cavernous, open

at the massive ma

red dark gray suit. He he

steam, locking onto Kai

bsolutely no trace of the desperate, out-of-

licked. She walked forward, stopp

ng. "I am so sorry. I was drugged. I didn't kno

ordered. His voice wa

der across the marble surfa

mmered against her ribs. It was

" Camden

r trembling fingers flip

sn't

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act size of Kasen's multi-million-dollar trust fund. It listed t

ng at Camden in absolute conf

a slow sip o

en said, his tone clinical and cruel. "A sociopath who

Before she could speak, Camden deliver

up wi

at him, baff

ive growl. He set his mug down with a sharp click. "The woman who

a strange, hollow laugh escaped her lips. "I already did," she said, her voice s

of something-surprise? annoyance?-crossed his face befo

he room. He walked slowly around the is

. Kaia had to tilt her hea

ffin does not accept rejection from someone he considers property. He will use his capital t

ms. She knew he was right. The real

hed in panic, Camden rea

ent, bound in heavy legal pa