The Unwanted Wife Is A Billionaire Heiress

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e that looked perpetually on the verge

eight in her chest. Her eyes locked onto Ashley's hand

re a piece of furniture. He walked into the li

of any emotion, as if he

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ps parting, but no sound

, her eyes darting nervously toward Chlo

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swallowing her pride, of t

A cruel, elaborate joke,

Just a profound, bone-deep chill.

he stroked her stomach, a gesture of pure ownership, her

p. He glared at Chloe, who was sti

ng there for? Go get Ashl

ally. Like he was

s clenched into fists, her nails digging so

e looked at him with so much love were now empty

on Ashley. Her voice was quiet, but it cut thro

y in your s

oldness in Chloe's tone. She shrank back against A

ened with anger. "Chl

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sound so foreign, so devoid of warmth, that it s

t him. Her expressio

said, her voice steady