Jilted Heiress: Marrying My Billionaire Enemy

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s the cabin floor. His heavy boot crushed the frost with a loud crunch

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into her slender wrists. As the sole heir to the East Coast old-money Macdonald family trust and this year's Academy Award frontrunner for Best Actress, she was us

he familiar name flashing on the screen: Hugh Maxwell, the second son of

press the speaker button. Howling wind and hurried footsteps instantlycra

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e of strength from her throat. "Hugh... I'm in the aband

er end for two seconds, foll

like a bucket of ice water poured over her head. "Hazel, how many times are you going to play this game? Do

frost slid down her cheeks. "It's not an act... They have gu

ways been frail. She's down in the southern valley right now, too terr

b echoed through the phone. "Hugh... I

orphaned cousin the Macdonald f

again toward Hazel. "Stop throwing a tantrum, Hazel. I have to make sure Kaylee ma

til warm bloodbena tasted on her tongue. "If

the Hamptons," Hugh cut her off coldly. "Don't u

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oks like Young Master Maxwell doesn't care if you live or di

only iron brazier in the room. The dying embers hissed and went out in the snow.

ned helplessly against the cedar pillar, trying to curl into a ball, but her limbs had lost all feeling. Th

pped back from managing her family's hundred-billion-dollar trust to boost his media career, and how she had acted as his public relations

ng high-beam headlights cut through the swirling snow, lighting up the broken cabin window. A car door was kic