Married to My Protector: The Patriarch's Love

to the grand Vance estate gates, offered a

y was my daily routine, a far cry f

than Vance Jr., the man who sha

me at our Malibu wedding, turnin

but beside him stood Chloe Monroe, her hand po

"Mrs. Vance, Mr. Ethan Vance Jr.

ed swagger, proclaiming his pregnant gi

nd demanded I "make him some coffee," as if I

d claim what he considered "his," including

ssumption that I was still the heartbrok

with a cold, hard resolve,

livious, ready to strip me of

ut the incredible, unexpected lif

to consume the opulent living room, the immed

allway, followed by a cheerful shout:

hair and the unmistakable Vance family bl

ctly into Ethan Jr.'s now horrified f