Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Zillionaire

a CVS pharmacy on Beacon Hill. Her eyes were loc

at pocket. The screen lit

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hey glanced at Vivian, then at the shelf she was staring at, a

lenched her jaw, grabbed two boxes of the foil-wrappe

gum and dragged the boxes across the scanner. The sharp bee

she missed the chip reader on the first try. The card had a pathe

mn wind of Boston whipped against her face. She pulled th

he curb. Vivian walked over, pulled the heavy

-to-start button, her phone scr

firm. The sender was Alex Dunn, the Chief Ex

ial and non-disclosure agreement loaded. The terms outlin

e. She read the single clause that mattered: the absolute

screen, overriding the document

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house lobby right now," La

e car into drive and merged into the he

ted lobby of Landon's luxury apartment building. The u

custom Chanel tweed suit. The overwhelming scent of her ex

, grabbed the CVS paper bag Vivian had placed there, and shov

ure and caught Vivian's e

ivian," Whitney said. Her voice was dr

el. She dug her fingernails so deeply i

Vivian replie

and headed toward Loga

mate whispers and the soft sounds of Landon a

Landon, felt like a serrated blade sawing through the

the brake pedal and instinctive

Whitney's blonde hair. He was

o the road. Her stomach cramped. She wa

Logan. Vivian threw the car into park and jumped out

The sharp metal corner scraped hard against

was busy shielding Whit

n put his hand on the small of Whitney's back and walked toward the

d them walk up the stairs of the Gulfstream

d in her chest. She turned around. The freezi

silent SUV. She pulled out he

mail from Alex D

greement. We c