Married to My Protector: The Patriarch's Love
to the grand Vance estate gates, offered a
y was my daily routine, a far cry f
than Vance Jr., the man who sha
me at our Malibu wedding, turnin
but beside him stood Chloe Monroe, her hand po
"Mrs. Vance, Mr. Ethan Vance Jr.
ed swagger, proclaiming his pregnant gi
nd demanded I "make him some coffee," as if I
d claim what he considered "his," including
ssumption that I was still the heartbrok
with a cold, hard resolve,
livious, ready to strip me of
ut the incredible, unexpected lif
to consume the opulent living room, the immed
allway, followed by a cheerful shout:
hair and the unmistakable Vance family bl
ctly into Ethan Jr.'s now horrified f