The Amnesiac Billionaire's Fake Perfect Wife

door of the VIP lounge. Her eye

a messy knot of blonde waves. She was wearing a pair of faded denim shorts and a white button-down shir

ped breathing

abric instantly. It was a custom Brunello Cucinelli shirt. It was the exact sh

elt like a physical needle piercing Jessenia's eyebal

, high-society smile onto her face. She walked forward,

escending gratitude. "I'm Jessenia. Harlan's fiancée.

d out h

t take it. Instead, Kaylee's eyes dropped to Jessenia's left hand. She stared d

lip. She looked up

," Kaylee said. Her voice was hig

s smile f

ut no one in New York ever called him that. It was a name Kaylee had given him

owly lowere

oothly. "He forgot a lot of things. But his family tru

of the class divide between them. A reminder that Kaylee was a nobody from a

ars. She grabbed the hem of the oversized s

," Kaylee whispered, her voice trem

nia opened. Eleanor w

on the verge of tears. Eleanor's maternal instincts immediately

Eleanor said. "You mu

touch. She looked like a fr

a house in the Hamptons. And set up an account for you with e

or. She violently shook her h

I don't want a house. I just want to stay near Cole. I just

disgust. The girl was good. The outright refusal of money w

redibly moved. She

eth floor for Kaylee. That way she's close by if Harlan needs anyth

ting this girl into the penthouse was inviting

family relied on Eleanor's approval. If she acted jealous

to her palms. She forced

a wonderful idea. I'll have Arthur p

in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth twit

ter, Harlan w

ought up from the sixtieth floor under the guise of a visit. She was holding a faded, dirty canvas duffel bag. She stoo

tood near

Please escort Miss Ryan back to

dropped her canvas bag

he door opposite the master suite. "Cole is used to hearing my voice at night wh

The maids stopped moving.

This was a direct, territorial challenge in front of t