Reborn Heiress: The Wall Street Titan's Bride

's heavy suit jacket off her sho

his fingers brushing against he

o hers in the dim light. "The wind is cold. C

ue. She nodded o

o the pavement. She walked through the revolving glass

lding posture until she disappeared into the lobby. A slow,

tilettos, her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. A wave of e

ht to the living room, bathed only in the glow of a singl

nd pulled the door open just a fraction. Mitch bowed slightly, holding out a small, black velvet box. "Mr. Alvarado requested I deliver this to you, Ms. Dudley. He said it is the necessary collateral for your new partnership." Alaia took the box, her brow furrowing in confusion. As Mitch turned and strode toward the elevator, she slowly opened the lid. Ins

counterattack. They were flooding the hashtags, claiming the man in the video was a body doub

en cloud drive filled with thousands of intimat

d in on a microscopic mole on the back of the man's ear in the video,

y was instantly shattered. The comments section turned

Alaia directly: You were always so controlling! You suffo

in Alaia's chest. She switched back to her ma

s fake depression diagnosis for three years to save his brand? Or

st expose his fake persona; it tipped off

and deactivated within seconds. The fan bas

ack. Look at the jacket in her selfie! She's alrea

a gentleman who lent it to me when I was freezing. Unlike

ithin minutes, sleuths connected the dots, and Evely

stroyed. She leaked screenshots of him texting other actresses. The brand

tens of thousands every second. The sweet, int

at his tax evasion when the sharp, piercin

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the keyboard. No one fr

r opener from her desk and gripped it tight. She crept

er eye agains

ten. It wasn'

ged man in a stiff, three-piece suit.

anged father's

is voice was arrogant and demanding. "Ms. Dudley. O