Substitute Fiancée: Unmasking My Ugly Wife

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r hands together and pressed them to her face. She massaged the oil into her skin, feel

warm water

to the mirror, the ug

hed, framing eyes that were a striking, piercing shade of hazel. Her lips, free

sh white towel and

he looked around the room.

s past midnight. The house was dead silent. The brothers

re a loose, oversized silk pajama shirt. She opened

e thick Persian runner. She headed toward the end of the hall,

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the sitt

velvet curtains were drawn tight, blocking out the moonlight. The only source

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caught in her throat. She instinctively took a step

he side of her face, illuminating the sharp, perfect slope of her nose, the

lated. The air in

he stunning, ethereal woman standing in the do

ted with l

dark hair fell forward like a cur

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lammed into the bookshelf behind him. He crossed the r

n the long, e

t a sound.

yellow foundation twice as thick. She drew the eyebrows har

into the

rke were alr

cold, eagle-like stare locked onto her face. He scrutini

She forced her hand to tremble as she pushed her glasses up. She pulle

d rubbed his temples. He had been reviewing the European merger documents

n of the Wall Street Journal

e about gold diggers trying to marry into old money. You parasi

set her glass

pathetic, trembling act

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caught off gua

he public financial reports she had skimmed on her phone late last night. "I believe the Chavez Group's stock dip

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hat you have been personally managing for the last six months. So te

a violent, angry red. He slammed his hands on the table and

roze halfway to

e annoyance in his eyes was gone. In its place

ir. She calmly picked up her linen napkin, d

ck and walked out of the dini