Sweet Revenge: I Married His Billionaire Uncle

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e passenger window, watching the rain blur the Manha

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reet in Long Island City, descending into the narrow,

ging the concrete space

the raw November chill bit

nd her. "I'm taking my mother's box and my pass

ator that shuddered violently as i

d of damp plaster

n the lock of Apartment 4B

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the last page. Beside it was a highlighted column where he had tallied their shared groc

ok, inspecting the cheap wire dish rack

You spent three years splitting four-dollar bagels in an uninsulated sh

," Ivy said, her tone lev

ving area and enter

hed into the hollow beneath the baseboard, pulling free a

quick turns, she tossed aside

et, was an antique platinum chain bear

lisle had left behind before her car plunged from the

ld against her fingertips, but its wei

letting the silver clover settle preci

briefcase, which Ivy had bought for his first ana

er heel, she sent the case tumbling directl

hrew in her passport, personal files, and a single set of

k toward the doorway where Gr

wet street, Ivy's phone vibrat

crest, flashed across the screen: "Oyster Bay. General Jia

the Porsche, closing the

d out of the alley, heading back toward Manhattan. "Probably the grandson

ying to pitch a private equity partnership," Iv

gating the slickened pavem

not old military estates in Oyster Bay. Whatever guest your grandf

led up before the illuminated canop

ed forward instantly, bowing

nthouse suite, kicking off the damp trench

stion from Le Bernardin was gone, replaced by the cool, dang

r clover at her throat, holding the

morning, the private stylist

revolving doors onto the crisp pavement of M

bespoke cream double-faced wool suit with razor-sharp lapels, dark

Jiang estate was already idling, the family chauf

ith crisp military respect. "The General informed us that his gue