His Contract Wife? The CEO's Mistake

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ted at the curb like a soldier at his post. He wore a navy uniform that had faded wit

me from a long line of women who knew how to keep secrets, press pl

d in truth, raised me with grace in a w

ill ironed the white shirts, still served the espresso just t

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shipped off to Switzerland and London, I learned to read the ki

never env

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believed,

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ed on the bed and his resignati

he refused

Camilla," he'd said.

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ss Administration from a second-tier university no one at De-

all his loyalty-being discarded like a broken part i

the unt

not Human Resources, but the mansion itself-and wai

hat was just his way. The cane at his side gleamed with sil

a smile. "Mr Silvano's girl.

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aithfully for tw

pped his cane. "And for

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hen, but as his personal secretary at De-Rosie Tech. A low-paying po

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was Mr Silva

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and how to keep my tone respectful yet firm in meetings. I kept my wardr

e and I arrived early. I learned to navigate the quiet, inv

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d never be one of them and because of the two

d Damian

apart but seemed to bel

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m, he called assistants by name, left generous

uieter. He didn't speak unless he had something important to say-and w

ledged me beyond w

at was

t need

day Antonio De-Rosie called

nd product launches, was filled with board members in expensive suits, the l

ok in hand, ready to take min

ally meant something serious was coming. His voice,

down as CEO,"

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d, Damian remained s

empire from dust and blood. But legacy isn't just about n

letting t

ce." His gaze flicked from one son to the other. "But on who ca

his chair. Damia

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s and cautious glances. The board

pounding in my chest. I couldn't explain the unea

went home

in a shawl, coughing softly into his sleeve. My

took it, a moment of warmth that

tonio understood wha

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