Wild Heiress, Tamed Billionaire

Chapter 6 A one-year vow

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ed into the grand

houlders perfectly. His presence sucked the air out

ehind him, holding a leather binder con

opposite the couches. No h

aid, his voice strictly business. "The proposed

the marble banister, Ami

ee table. "The Brady family is prepared to concede

g laugh. "You think the Wilder

final offer. I absolutely refuse to marry a vain, man

y stepped out from the hallway and

ed white silk slip dress. It clung

ootsteps. He casua

her face, his entire bod

ipped the wood so hard his knuckles turned sta

r. She gave Daxton a polite, blank nod, preten

er arm and locked onto the fresh white bandages wrappi

ton, this is my biological daughter, K

rning in his head. The bleeding, desperate woman

worthy," Arthur said coldly,

ped forward, holdi

le. He placed his large hand fla

ripped the thick legal docum

loudly in the quiet room. Everyone

the trash can. He looked directly at

orward. "I was under the impression the arrangement involved so

d his arms. "You change your mind f

tory gaze fixed solely on her

out of a terrible marriage. I am not

Daxton's eyes darkened. He rem

she could hear the double meaning. "I guarante

ars. She knew exactl

y blocking Daxton's view. "Do not try you

compromise, then. Give me one year to date her.

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“When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing-no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test-and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."”