The Billionaire's Fake Bride.

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echoing in the air like music. They darted around with balloons and t

led out, chasing after her blonde daughter. The girl on

round them as they posed for a quick photo, the image of a perfect, loving family.

hat kind of h

. My dad was the funniest, most clumsy man alive. He could trip over the air and fall face-first int

st luck and th

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sn't knock be

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itterly at

s since I'd felt

k me in, but she didn't offer comfort, only cruelty. From the mo

emaid who never clocked out. I scrubbed until my fingers cracked, went to bed hungry more nights than I could count, and lived off their leftovers-when t

thumb on the stove and starved me for two da

rst wasn't

Some of them... they looked at me the wrong way. Touched me when no one was loo

amed, her voice shaking the walls. I didn't

dn't cry anymore. Then she dragged me into

ing against my skin like cold fingers. I was down there for two days. By the t

bering sends shivers

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this job. I have children to feed," the jani

ject proposal to The Jameson Company, our top rival. If I hadn't caugh

like a leaf in a storm,

watch them drag your sorry ass out in cuffs." His eyes widened. I saw the moment reality hit hi

d," I m

al messed up shit, huh?"

ll. He leaned casually against my d

our idea. And to Jameson of all people. Chris snorted. "That goddamn snake. Jameson

And the worst part? Jame

nt. He had that raw edge, that street grit that made people underestimate him. But not me. I

e sister, the last family he had. She'd almost gotten recruited into a rival

he ground up. Despite his past, or maybe because of it, he worked harder than anyone I knew. Ever

ameson?" Chris asked now

ing stupid. It'll just complicate things. I've

e fire in his eyes. He didn't fo