His Unwanted Wife, Now Unreachable Queen

Chapter 2

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law firm in Manhattan. My wet heels left a trail

rench coat, my ruined shoes, and my pale face. She immediately st

e, you ca

d out. The moment he saw me, he waved the receptionis

air hit my wet clothes, and a violent shiver wrecked my body. My immune system was garbage. Donati

inet and handed it to me. He poured a cup of steam

pulled out a chair and sat do

stack of documents. He pushed them across the table. "Ms. Douglas, dum

't even look at the final dollar amount. I flipped to

ore through the thick paper, leaving a

laptop and turned the screen toward me. It showed an e

ed properties. I pointed to a tiny, jagged green dot in

one,"

land has no infrastructure. No running water, no elect

at is exactly what I want. A plac

e liquid funds and processing the deed

d it neatly on the back of the chair. "Until then,

ok a cab back to the Douglas Manor in

nd floor. The floor-to-ceiling windows were blazing with light. I co

ily that I was never allowed to be part

freezing hands on the brass handle

at, the smell of white roses, and the lou

overed every surface. The long dining table was

agne flute. His eyes were soft and full of absolute devotion as

lly fastening a massive diamond

ld a digital camera, filming

ith a slice of cake, carefully feeding it

. It hit the crystal wind chimes hanging in the hall

person in the

ite roses and landed on me. I stood there, d

crashed together. A brief flash of guilt crossed his e

nd. Then, she shrank back against Jameson's ch

wn onto the table. The porcela

ge. He stopped a foot away, looking down at

his because you're

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“Bailey, an invisible shadow to the powerful Douglas family, stood in the freezing rain, watching City Hall. For five long years, she'd been used to being forgotten. But today, her entire world shattered as her fiancé, Jameson, walked out with another woman, Haleigh, holding their fresh marriage certificates. Jameson scooped Haleigh into his arms, treating her like fragile glass, convinced she'd saved him from a burning car five years ago. He never knew it was Bailey who pulled him from the flames, nor that Haleigh's "sickness" had left Bailey with an ugly scar from donating bone marrow, making her a mere family blood bank. Watching them kiss, pure nausea rose from years of blame. Bailey later found a joyous celebration for Haleigh at the manor. Her wet arrival drew only cold annoyance; Jameson gave pitying instructions before all four men rushed to Haleigh's side when she faked a cough. Haleigh, with a sweet smile, presented Bailey a "gift"-a velvet box. Forced to open it, a venomous Brown Recluse spider dropped onto Bailey's hand, sinking its fangs deep. As white-hot agony exploded and her vision blurred, Haleigh theatrically screamed, deliberately scraping her forehead. The men, blind with panic for Haleigh's minor scratch, roared at Bailey, shoved her to the floor, and rushed Haleigh to the car. Left to die alone, struggling for breath as her body shut down, Bailey knew this was the end of playing their disgusting game. She had already activated her hidden trust fund, planning to buy a remote island and disappear forever.”