The Art of Ruining Him: Married for revenge. Falling for the devil

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heard h

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ng there like she owned the night. She was holding a champagne flute like it w

ly, that so

ng to keep my tone flat.

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glint in her eye before she even opened her mouth again.

story to tell," she said

string quartet didn't even miss a beat

hest like she was about to sing national anthem. "It's when a man

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ed. "Righ

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," I said throu

o all your atas friends here why Zayden's lawyers were at you

lin

just say t

pulling out their phone. Great. Tomorrow, I'd be all over

im to save your father's failing c

. But most of all, I wanted Zayden to be b

sse, s

eyes fake-wide. "Why?

this?" I hissed.

were busy playing Mrs CEO, I was the one he used to c

ar I heard someone whi

ing. My vision blu

t str

he gala Zayden and I hosted to show we were th

e gold spray pa

ar click of polished shoes be

through the tension like g

ly. "Oh look, the groom

et mine, unreadable. "You

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-our business-was now gossip

I no

t lah. She's your deal, your strategy. Not your love. Or have

ht. The crowd

didn't

last blow. "He told me... even if he married y

nce was

eneath my feet just open

of humiliation on my skin. I turned

Elara, and you walk away from everything. The title, the

fr

. My pulse was ro

I turn

muster, I said, "Better to starve

I w

ause I

longer, I was going to show them