Dumped My Fake-Poor Ex, Married My Wealthy Boss

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users. He turned his back to her and walked toward the f

my unmarried status to force a merger and dilute my control of the company,"

. Immediately. Someone smart, pragmatic, and completely devoid o

e are a thousand socialites in New York who would kill for th

me with greedy fathers and hidden agendas. Yo

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ublic duties as Mrs. William. In exchange, I wil

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ing an octave, "I will cover the entirety of you

ve instincts flared into overdrive. "How do you know about my father?" she demanded, her voice sharp with deep suspicion an

ention of her blind father's medical bills hit h

g, "I will provide you with absolute physical and social

s a deal with the devil. If she signed, she would b

eavy Montblanc fountain pen from his breast poc

rogant face flashed in her mind. Then,

job, let alone get blackli

no intention of plunging into another

nd get married, so she planned to lie and say Camden was the boyfriend she

mother would surely drop the subjec

eyes. They were

of my personal life?" sh

n's jaw. "We will act the part in publ

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rs wrapped around the cold

tip of the pen. His chest stop

ge and aggressively signed

the paper, the tension in Cam

ing speed, as if terrified she might rip it up. He l

r, his face once aga

ining drugs from your system," Camden ordered, grabbing h

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in the massive,

eft ring finger. A bitter, ho

r. Now, in less than ten minutes, she had sold