Married To My Best Friend's Billionaire Father

of memory that slammed into her the second she woke up. She hadn't just slept with a stranger. S

across her face. She groaned, a dry rasp in the crushing silence. The effort t

d her eye

not her a

lash of abstract art hung on a concrete wall. The air was crisp and cold, smelling of

rsthand. Alistair had come home reeking of expensive scotch. When she had tried to help him to the master bathroom to wash up, the atmosphere had abruptly shifted. He had pinned her against the cold marble of the vanity, his gaze dark and starving, looking at her like a

a tailored suit who usually looked at her with detached politeness. But last night, the machine had glitched. A shameful hea

ess gesture against reality. Izzy.

heet to her chest. The other side of the king-sized bed was emp

tequila last night. Abe Hays. The memory of his cruel smirk cut through her h

erased their ten years toge

r in, and she had spent a decade propping Abe up, qu

rate merger, he had discarded her for S

n't make a scene, Chloe. It's pathetic," Abe had sneered, his voice dripping with condescension when she demanded an explanation. "My family took you in out of pity. You were a convenient little playthin

heap bags and know her place," had shattered her completely. Driven by a fierce, bleeding pride, Chloe had walked

r phone. With a trembling hand, she reached for

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ssage appeared. A picture. Two small, red booklets with a golden eagle em

ngratulations, Mrs. Chloe Sterlin

air in the room was too thick to breathe. She remembered Izzy, laughing, pouring another

e knock sound

name is Helen Price, the estate manager. The movers have been dispatched to your

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ld apa

er grasp, landing without a sound on the thick rug. She stared at th

he was homeless, jobless, alone. Alistair Sterling was a cold, intimidating man, but he wouldn't hurt her. He was vastly superior to Ab

inally answered, was brigh

. Where else are you going to find a deal that good? All you

ge of her mind, they planted a tiny, twi

p the phone. Her fingers felt like a stranger's

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knocked again, h

pany is downstairs at your old building. H

rling. And her old life was a