Wall Street Boss: Pampering My Unexpected Wife

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, for the sake of family interests, about to hand her

in the corner. You

tened on the thin strap of the borrowed purse. The dress, a hand-me-down from her stepsister, felt two sizes too small, its cheap satin clingin

robably cost more than Clara's entire college tuition. She looped her arm thr

oed, her nails digging slightly into C

into her other hand. The glass was cold, but her eyes

imperceptible nod towards a portly, middle-aged man with a sweaty upper lip and a gold watch that glin

all night, his gaze thick and greasy, like he was mentally undressing

"Not with that," she said, plucking the champagne from Clara's hand. She flagged down a passing

's sweeter. You'll like it."

t reall

ra," Helen snapped,

avoid a scene, to make it stop, she brought the glass to her lips and drank. The liquid was

floral arrangement, a strange, creeping heat started low in her belly. It spread through her veins like a f

rced through the fog in he

back at h

en very cold toward her. She di

trip when she gave birth. Helen fainted after the birth. The nanny was careless and lost the newborn Jessi

r as their daughter. Jessica called her "sister" constantly, and

w that wasn

urned, she can no longer keep that posit

saying it was a family gathering. But in reality, the wh

caught Clara's eye and her lips formed the words, "Mr. Vance's company can save us. This is an honor for you.

then, we brought you back from the orphanage because we believed your horoscope was favorable-that you co

raised you for twenty years. Now it's

s a scam. She's lived a li

ing the air from her lungs. Leo Vance was walking towards

are, litt

trength she had left, Clara shoved him. He stumbled back, surprised, his drink slos

stumbled out of the ballroom and into the plush, carpeted hallway. It felt like a maze, the s

out. Her consciousness was fraying, darkness licking at the edges of her vision. H

dle, her fingers clumsy and wea

sound of Vance's approaching footsteps echoed in the hall. The suite was da

she crashed directly into his chest. The impact was like hitting a wall of solid muscle. The air was filled with a cle

focus, and met a pair of eyes, gray and

world w

skin feverish to the touch, and the cheap, floral perfume she wore was mixed with the sour scent o

an's vulgar shout. "Little bit

chilling coldness. He could call security, have them bot

eks. There was a desperation in the lines of her mouth, a vulnerability that stirred something deep within

e a de

He carried her towards the bedroom, his back foot kicking the suite door shut. The loc

mper, her hands tearing at the collar of her cheap dress. He recognize

on. "There's trash in the hallway outside my suite. Get rid of it. And I want a full background check on the

d into a tight ball, her nails scratching red lines onto her own

ng over her. He reached out, his cool fing

urmured into the si