Accidentally Sleeping With Hidden Heiress

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e took a moment to write down the names of hotel colleagues she would invite to her wedding. Her childhood dreams were slowly coming

eria?" asked Delia, one of the sales ma

ning. I think I need to cut back a little before

thew-he might not know what to hold on to on your wedding night," Delia

ctor if you're interested," she added with a wink bef

working at Hurwizt for nearly three years as a financial manager.

touch - quite unusual, since he always managed to send a message or video call her even briefly. E

multiple times. All she wanted was a li

kay? Why is it so

message was only marked with one check mark -

busy. I'll call when I get a

's reply. All her doubts faded away in an instant

you more

just as Monica - a woman seventeen years her senior and t

r usual flat tone. Her blood-red lipstick

thing?" Emelie stood straig

inancial report redone. I need it finished by tomorrow morn

dn't I already submit th

st that you redo it," Monica rep

'll work on it and hand it

piece of bread and sipping warm coffee Delia had brought her. Time passed, coworkers went home one by on

just afraid of making a mistak

bridge of her nose. The report was nearly complete; s

hat someone could love her so deeply. She had never known love growing up. Her father was a drunk and a cheater. Her mother endured his abuse until illness final

lly was - not through material things, but with genuine care

e leaned back and closed her eyes once they left the hotel. Her body was drained. It wasn't the job, sa

ie said, handing

ould share after their wedding. She entered a special number combination - their anniversary date - and the door clicked open. The lig

their bedroom, as the apartment only had two: on

tood under the shower, letting the war

-scented soap," she muttered with a soft giggle, i

er into sex. From the moment she told him she wanted to wait until

ingredients for a salad and some lean beef - her current

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ing around with tasks. Emelie, now working a different role, was arranging name cards for the guests. She felt awkward among the more experienced

own. Her makeup was minimal, except for her dark red

er to come. Her thoughts were muddled. Last night, during a call wi

d, saying it was just a coworker who h

é for once? You're just being jealous," she told hersel

ave the restroom, a fa

eli

lie replied wit

ct we'd meet tonight. Can we talk?" Gabriela gently

wedding preparations?" Emelie trusted Gabrie

tween you and your fiancé?" Gabr

fine. We spoke last night," Emelie repl

Matthew contacted me... and he said somethin

d Matthew say?" Emelie ask

la said in a low voice, watching the tear

ver cancel our wedding. There must be some m

said, showing Emelie photos and videos of Matthew with anot

the evidence. She couldn't speak. Her body

ela asked gently, placing a hand on Emeli

tight, her voice lost. She never imagined this

he money, too?

that couldn't be refunded was the hotel suite,

den liquid handed to her by a waiter. She didn't

zens, then hundreds of times. But he never pic

're drunk," Delia scolded,

use Matthew isn't answering?" Delia probed

said, brushing her off and s

art was in pieces. She decided to spend the night in the presidential suit

loosened his bowtie, overwhelmed. He had no idea what drink had done this to him - or maybe it was the taste of freedom after bei

pounded on the door. Just as he was about to give up, the door opened. Standing there was a b

ptured her lips in a fiery kiss, one hand tangli

s. No thoughts.

inside her room. She tried to resist to scream, b

breathless, struggling as h

s only made him hungrier. He glanced at her

t hurt you," he w

e would be selfish. He didn't care if she hated

nally gave in. Something about his

room. His hands explored every inch of her

to Franz - the man who would unkn

ide her, arms wrapped aro

mine. On

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