The Stand-In's Sweetest Revenge

hoed in the vast, silent living room. It was a stark, almost comica

miliation. She scanned the crowd, eagerly awaiting the jeers, the

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ons ranging from polite indifference to mild amusement. Evans Mosley sipped

s wasn't right. The extras w

oice a harsh whisper directed at a woman stand

sed an eyebrow. "Why would we laugh? She's a personal trainer, not a c

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ist had to be perfect at everything, and any rival was inherently inferior in all aspects. The fact that these powerful pe

You're just background characters! Your only job is to adore the

went de

ngerously calm, "that my five-billion-dollar fund and I are more than jus

oor. "Clementine, my office will

utes, the room was emptying. The welco

hing toward the door, but it wa

ssing her hair back. "Insignificant gnats. When Connor and I are married, I'l

ts, hearing this, also turn

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ly done. A hundred grand for a terrible rendi

, a hand clamped down on

her eyes wild. "You plotted this

e heavy with a disappointment so profound

ze!" Bella demand

ce she' d returned, the naive affection in his e

he said. "I'm just s

at did you say? You're tired

r me. After everything. You'll regret this, Connor Smith

on, she grabbed her coat and stormed out o

e left behind

nnor's loosened grip. "Well," I

mess of conflicting emotio

m a light pat. "Just don't forget

quickly as it came. His face went ashen, and he press

had finally done it. His gastr

, my voice shifting bac

nearest sofa and pus

eady heading for the kitchen. "The party's