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Stealing My Rival's Wife And Her Twins

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 834    |    Released on: Today at 17:58

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of the penthouse bedroom as I opened my eyes, the sharp ache

button to raise the head of my bed and glanced at Noah an

a crack, and Evelyn walked in carrying

y, sitting on the edge of the mattress a

y, my cheeks warming slightly as I test

over again as she blew on a s

our strength back is the onl

the men heard us talking and s

and neat, while Oliver held up a professional DSLR camer

initely got the best Summerlin

anded me a sleek, custo

te satellite numbers and military-grade an

r at the foot of the bed,

ep well last

years, Dad," I replie

m laid several drafted legal

twins. At six this morning, Landon Sterling emailed his PR team to spi

plans to use the twins' birth to build a loving-father image and

roat, my fingers tightenin

heir birth certificates without my review, and h

"Under New York family law, our evidence of his marital abandonm

ra and leaned against t

ize just how much power our family h

up my nose and loo

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use our smart sticks," Oliver said, raising an eyebrow. "And the naming

stood up and placed a heavy black-and-gold seal-the symbol

our lawyers restructured the family trust. You now hold the exact s

l seal in my hand, my ch

I haven't done a single

ezing my hand. "Your father and I will spend the rest of

Quentin walked over to pick it up, listened for

Edward asked,

wn. "He heard a major sports tech executive checked into the penthouse suite and

t laughing, sla

the big boss he's begging to see

ity bring him up?" W

es. "Let him keep dreaming about his big endorsement deal. The

the new encrypted phone on my blanket buzzed with a text fro

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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.”