His Unwanted Wife: The Rival's Secret Weapon

tament to Eligah Madden's wealth. Racks of Chanel, Dior,

gnored

arrived with three years ago and opened i

shoes. They were a uniform. The costume for

d skin. She pulled on a faded t-shirt and a pair of comfortable, worn-in jeans from her

le woman with haunted eyes and long, docile brown h

erce impulse

She opened a drawer, rummaged past expensive creams and serums, an

n, she gathered her waist-len

ing, raggedly at first, then with more precision, until a chic, should

wasn't

im and hidden away. Ash blonde. She worked the chemical-smelling mixt

as a defiant, cool blonde. Her eyes, no longer shadowed by the wei

tment, the wheels rumbling a lonely protest aga

it card linked to a personal account she'd painstakingly maintained with

igated to a job search website. S

anced at the screen. A barrage of messages from an unk

ferent number. The messages were

block me? What th

y now. He flew to Sw

see them. H

is expression one of tender concern as he draped a cashmere blanket over her. His profile was as sharp and handsome as ever,

phantom limb of a love that had never truly existed

ck reply to the

them

s new number as well

ilence in the room a welcome

ersity acceptance letter arriving in the same week. Eligah's proposal had been a lifeline, a deal

aid. It was time to

emergency opening at Vanguard Enterp

was decent. And Vanguard was the primary competitor, the

smile spread acr

s and her experience managing a complex household-a sanitized version of her life as

it "s

gue. She fell back onto the hotel bed, the unfamili

opened a different app. An encrypted social med

had 3.7 mill

rn a model into a mythical creature, an old man, an alien queen, using only makeup and prostheti

ticipation. Visage, when's the next tutorial? Yo

er lips for the first time that

. Tomorrow, she had an interview. To