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The Billionaire's Pampered Wife

[Mature Content.] “Afraid? Oh, dear, I can burn the world and no one will blame me as long as I have my husband’s money in my pocket.” — Irene Russell’s hard work for years was turned into junk when her boyfriend stole her work and gave it to her wicked step-sister. The public immediately recognizes her step-sister as a genius, while Irene must bear huge losses. Her boyfriend dumped her and declared he had been cheating on Irene’s step-sister since the beginning. After drowning herself in bottles of red wine, a piece of cake suddenly fell from heaven. Her boyfriend’s boss suddenly asked her to marry him to clean his name from a nasty scandal. Desperate to earn money, Irene accepted his offer. However, after she read their marriage contract, she realized every point in the contract was intended to spoil her to the root. — “You’re the perfect candidate to be my future wife.” Irene, “A woman like me can give you a headache, Mr. Delacroix.” “Oh, it’s such a coincidence,” Sebastian told her with playful intonation. “I like troubles.” — With the help of Sebastian Delacroix’s money, Irene could climb the ladder of success. At the end of the day, would her ex-boyfriend and her step-sister cry the blood of tears after betraying her? — Contact me Instagram: @zenanicher

Zenanicher · Urban
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58 Chs

A Father Hatred

"Here, let me help you." Sebastian moved closer and stood behind her.

His hands covered hers, guiding her fingers to hold the cue correctly. His chest lightly pressed against her back as he leaned in.

His breath warm against her ear as he spoke softly. "Like this, see?" His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine.

Irene's heart raced as she felt the strength of his arms around her. He guided her stance, positioning her feet gently with his own, creating an intimate cocoon around her.

It wasn't the first time Sebastian had been that close to her, but the tension between them never went out.

"Can I shoot it now?" Irene's voice cracked because of her nervousness.

"Of course."

As he guided her in the shot, their closeness made her pulse quicken. She barely noticed the cue sliding forward or the satisfying crack as the ball rolled into the pocket.