My Divorced Wife Is A Zillionaire

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creaming through red lights that th

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siness meeting at the

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ge flames licking from shattered windows on the upper floors. Guests stumbled out

erself toward t

her around the wais

p, eyes wild, tears cutting tracks through the soot

not unkind. "The structure is un

to every god she'd never believed in

Minutes felt like hours. The fire roared. Wate

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triage zone. A man. Tall. Familiar shoulders. That particular wa

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ently her knees nearly buckled.

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wasn'

tousled, her body pressed against his side like she belonged there. His free hand cradl

s Cora's

rom a husband who was perpetually too busy. But Julian had

ting.

fire, she would

ical mask and protective goggles, her

around and let some other medic deal

om a gash at his temple, his shirt torn and smoke-stained.

ight at her an

ged, urgent. "She needs

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cheeks that were artfully flushed, clinging to lashes that were somehow still pe

r heard from him, not once, in a thousand days of marriage. He turned back to Cora, and his

in before her heart c

ce," she said, her voice

t lights, Cora got her first clear look at

men seemed to find irresistible. And around her throat, catching the light with ever

t made Cora's hands fre

looked l

the mouth more pouty-but the resemblance was unmistakable.

e version of her own face, and unders

ago, and he'd proposed. She'd thought it was fate. Destiny. T

d-in. A replaceme

raped elbow when she flinched and let out a theatri

is uninjured arm, pressing her face into his chest. "Be

like a blade be

Julian's collar with trembling fingers. "Don't be mean to h

s a breathy, saccharin

ust offered him a kidney. "You're too kind

recognize. Julian Vance, the ice-cold CEO who barely smiled at h

'd never once look

inside of her cheek until she tasted copper. The physical pain was grounding

her with saccharine sweetness. "He's just

d swabs in the bioha

could have

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ut a suture kit with mechanical efficiency.

thday. Order a cake and hav