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Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Married To My Ex-Husband's Billionaire Uncle

Author: Sofia Wade
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Chapter 1 The Gift in the Presidential Suite

Word Count: 1050    |    Released on: Today at 11:39

or, the world tilting slightly. In her hand, she clutched a plastic keycard and

presidential suite

till sharp in her throat. A gift to celebrate the end of her ten-year marriage. A gift to was

ike the only logical course of action. She found the presidential suite, the grand, dark wood door looking impossibly imposing. Wi

floor-to-ceiling window. A tall silhouette of a man stood with his back to her, lookin

s. She mistook his stillness for professionalism. This was the "gift." A man

and slurring slightly, "I gave him te

He was a perfect stat

with her." The words caught in her throat, sharp as glass. She recounted Bradford's betrayal, the lies, the st

done," she announced to the silent room, her voice rising. "F

vin Young, took a half-step forward, intending to intervene. A sharp, almost imperceptible glance from the man in the robe froze

gure, patting his shoulder with a familiarity born of alcohol and d

ect lines of his jaw, the straight bridge of his nose, the thin, unsm

thing, but there was an intensity in his gaze that should have sobered her up. It didn't

retreated from the room, pulling the heavy door closed beh

r, suddenly thick with unspoken

, clumsy and cold, found the tie of his silk robe. She

o we start? Are you by the hour, or... i

en it finally came, was a low, gravelly rumble that seemed to

you s

lucked at a distant memory, but her mind was too cl

sted? I get it. A freshly divorced woman." The words tasted like ash in

esperate anger. "But it wasn't my fault!" she cried

eeks, shattered completely. All the hurt, all the humiliation, p

f his chest, right over his heart. His skin was hot, a stark con

leaving her face. She thought she was the one in control, the one buying a service. She had n

get everything," she mumbled,

as exactly what he needed. A ch

muttered, h

f water from a crystal pitcher on the bar and handed it to her. As she took it, h

spilling down her chin, tracing a path down her n

water, and his gaze darkened to som

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