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at her reflection, a stranger in the opulent bridal suite of the Bel-Air estate. The woman in the mirror was on top of the world. An Oscar
's Princess and the Business Titan: A Fairytale Wedding," the chyron read. A bid found Sean when he was a nobody, an ambitious assistant with a charming smile. She'd built him up, m
velyn's beauty was classic and serene, Vanessa's was sharper, hungrier. She wore a blus
up two flutes of champagne. "One last to
e thick with emotion. She too
rything you've ever dreamed of." Vanessa'
moment the glass was empty, the world tilted. A wave of dizziness washed over her, so intens
e, spread through her limbs. She looked at Vanessa, whose
tongue was thick, useless. Her body felt like l
n't look surprised to see her collapsed. He simply closed the door
t, pulling her flush against him. His thumb stroked her hip in a gesture of lazy, familiar ownership.
er throat. It was the only
tired of being Prince Consort to Queen Evelyn. I'm t
he rasped, the words teari
shot back. "Now, I'm taking the whole f
cheeks, but her eyes were dry and bright. "It was supposed to be me, Evie. It was always supposed to be me. B
own success, constantly trying to pull Vanessa up with her, giving her roles, sharing her contacts, believing
d, her voice trembling with a terrifying
ly, as if discussing the weather. "A tragic, sudden heart at
ant surge of energy coursed through her. A low, rattling laugh escaped her l
room, landing on the heavy crystal trophy sitting on the mantel
an watched, his exp
er than me?" Vanessa screamed,
lu
n's chest, a blinding, searing agony that stole the last of her breath.
into a deep, passionate kiss, their bodies silhouetted against the li
darkness. But one thought remained, burnin
her life... I wi

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