Hired Groom: My Husband Is The Billionaire

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en door open. In the dim light, two tangled bodies o

fiancé of five years and the heir to the Myers family, was burying his face

cushions, and the red rose tattoo on her left collarbone stood out sharply in the shadows.

bouquet slipped from her numb fingers an

led to tug down his rumpled shirt, his hazel ey

n to me, I c

slid her silk strap back onto her should

had trusted for five years,

e, you're in bed wit

er clear amber eyes, though his to

cided to cancel our engagem

e stepped forward and raised her hand to slap the

ying her hips as she walked over

ittle sister. Blame

ing her fingernails deep into her

he two of y

ring on her finger, her

nding you to the Collier family to take my pla

on the West Coast knew Bentley Collier, the second son of the Col

tep back, her spine h

gh-stakes corporate marriage. You can't

e, slipping back into his

tract. Whether it's the biological heir or her adopted sister matters little t

e spun around and grabbed her clutch

going downstairs right now to e

ughly blocked the doorway, his eyes bl

going anyw

hin up, anger bur

, or I'm calling s

lking to the bar cabinet to po

n family. Do you really think they'll l

e top floor of the hotel was locked down

ce the pair, a bitter c

inally tore off the last

ith her glass, looking

for twenty years for free.

hout backing down, en

than step into tha

face, a twisted possessiveness flicker

ou're told today, I'll still ta

snatched a glass of ice water from the side

ake me

e and raised his hand in a fury, b

water droplets on

ill has to take photos and s

llway outside, accompanied by the sharp cli

h, setting her glass d

and Dad have the

the door, her chest heaving a

e outside with a metallic click,

d a pair of sharp eyebrow scissors, and slipped them

heavy mahogany doors wide open from the outside