Sweet Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle

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swung open. A cluster of men in bespoke dark overcoats emerged into th

focating, untouchable stillness. The amber streetlights caught the sharp, aristocrat

pulled the door open, bowing low as the tall figure bent smoot

disappear, a cold, reckless t

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downpour. A silver Porsche 911 swung aggressively toward the

senger door, leaning acr

the door shutting out the roar

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ust did? You humiliated Kennedy in front of the head sommelier! Her uncle is a high-ranking executive closely tied to Stone

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deleted his number. Then, opening her gallery, she wiped e

ing executive tied to Stone Holdings. The idiot is groveling for crumbs

ights. "What exactly is Stone Holdings? The way Jordy

ened, the lazy humor dra

man at the top, Everet Stone, is a phantom. He never does press, never attends galas, and crushes multi-

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rning by ten o'clock sharp, Ivy. He has a very important