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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