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Contract Marriage starring Love and Revenge

"I swear I will make them pay with everything I have. I will use my very own blood to sign the documents that will end them if I must!” To Champagne Gold, life was always like a fast-moving truck with no brakes and a drunk driver, one she couldn't avoid. At the age of five, she lost her parents in a helicopter crash. Life after that was one problem to another but she held on... until her grandfather passed away as well. With his death came the loss of her position of CEO and her hard-earned shares. As if that was not enough, she was served with divorce papers and the revelation of her husband's adultery with her cousin. Dealt with one too many blows, Champagne sought to end it all. Perhaps she could be reincarnated or whisked away to another world like the books she read before, but that was not to be. Instead, a mysterious man entered her life. "Rather than escape like a coward, I can give you the power and resources to carry out your revenge. I have but one condition―marry me.” Champagne held her lips between her teeth and took the offer. However, just when she believed her new life was going smoothly, she found out another painful secret. One more painful than any she had discovered before. She had undergone a uterus removal procedure and she didn't even know it. Now Champagne is more determined than ever to get revenge on everyone who wronged her. She would do and give everything to make them pay for taking away something so precious from her.

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Author here!!! {I just realized there was a wrong upload yesterday. I've rectified it so you can go back and read the actual chapter 70. Sorry for the mistake.}

"Pagne, I literally just said don't worry your pretty head." Oh seriously, that finger is starting to make me tremble with desire all over again. 

"Duke what—"

"Seems like you've regained your strength." He says and his finger finally leaves my breast only to go down to that V at the center of my body and his palm cups that area. 

"Duke you—"

"How many fingers?" 

What the hell is he talking about right now? That's what I want to ask as he's slowly starting to rub that particular spot down there. 

"Tell me Pagne, how many fingers?" He asks again. 

"How many fingers what?!!" I scream as my head slips off my knuckles for I am now losing strength in my arms and my back is touching the floor once again.