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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 855    |    Released on: Today at 17:58

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d chilly spring air, Landon strode into the room

eiling light, the old surgical scar along his left

manded in a low voice, glaring around the room. "Whe

man I had quietly supported for three years

floor," I said flatly. "While you told hi

d, and he stepped for

ht was a crucial dinner for the Blades to se

between us and knocked Landon

patient requires com

gnize that the man in the white coat was a senior boa

meddle in my family business?

replied with a cold sneer. "And medically and legally, an abs

d before he shifted his eyes

s... how

rn," I cut in coldly. "I already signed the divorce

cond, then yanked at

h divorce right now will make me give up

eting his gray-blue eyes without blinking. "I

out his checkbook, scribbled a figure,

on't cry to me later-without me, yo

creen, and after checking his watch, he turn

check on the table, the corners of my

ipped it cleanly in half, and drop

erlin family doesn't ta

ket, Dr. Quentin dialed a private family line

in his throat. "Get the car ready. Bring Evelyn and the

e phone, followed by the deep, trembling voice of E

st say, Quentin?

She's right here with me, and she just

my mother Evelyn broke into sobs and my three

team and security convoy right now!" my eldest bro

copter!" my second brother Henry ba

uncle?" my third brother Oliver shouted, h

. Quentin smil

per East Side and Long Isla

h my chest, melting away the cold lon

ing dress shoes echoed as eight security guards

wiping sweat from his forehead a

presidential medical suite is

s heated bassinets out while Dr. Quentin pushe

arved doors into a massive suite overlooking the Manhattan

top helipad, and seconds later, the suite's main doors burst

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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins
Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins
“I was in the hospital, delivering twins all by myself. My husband, Landon, ignored my seven calls. Instead, I saw him on a live broadcast at a charity gala, letting an actress press close to him and announce to the cameras that he belonged to her tonight. Just three days ago, he had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I step aside so they could sign a joint commercial deal. Exhausted and anemic, I nearly collapsed on the freezing hospital floor trying to comfort my crying babies. It was Landon's biggest hockey rival who caught me and held my newborn daughter. When he called Landon to warn him I was in bad shape, Landon just yelled over the phone, telling him to mind his own business. Landon later tossed a check on my nightstand, mocking that without his name and money, I wouldn't survive a week in New York. For three years, I hid our marriage and secretly wrote every tactical playbook that built his superstar reputation. Yet he treated me like dirt, calling me an ordinary orphan who would be nothing without him. What he didn't know was that my doctor had just walked in with a DNA report. I wasn't a nobody. I was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Summerlin family. The exact sports tech empire Landon was currently begging for a massive endorsement deal. Looking at the sleeping twins, I signed the divorce papers without hesitation. It was time to take back everything he stole from me.”