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Too Dangerous To Mate

After eighteen years in the Tate family, Paige Tate suddenly found out that she wasn't her parents' daughter. Their biological daughter was back, and Paige was abandoned. They were about to send Paige back to her hometown, which was an allegedly poor county... However, the so-called poor county turned out to be the area where the most expensive villas in the country gathered! Overnight, she went from a fake daughter of a relatively rich family to a real daughter of a top family! Her biological parents doted on her unconditionally. They allowed her to have at least 1.6 million dollars as her pocket money, drive whichever luxury car in the garage she favored, buy whatever customized luxuries in the world she pleased, and choose any top school she preferred. If she didn't want to go to school, she could kill her time with the family business! What shocked Paige the most was that she had a fiancé... Her fiancé proposed to break off the engagement, and Paige didn't give a damn. However, she was confused by what happened afterward. He had proposed to break off the engagement, and then he clung onto her as if he was a completely different person! He became so clingy and handsy. Paige was annoyed. "Who are you, Sir?" "Baby, I am your husband." "I don't have a husband. An ex-fiancé who wants to break off our engagement is all I have." Martin Stowe, the world's richest man, feared by everyone in the world, was speechless. He wanted to punch himself as he was so silly that he called off the marriage without even meeting Paige...

Zoe Butler · Urbano
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282 Chs

Chapter 141

"He knows we're here," my eyes sweep the tree line. "He's cornered and panicking. There's only one place left to flee to."

Jeremy meets my eyes slowly, understanding what I am saying. I watch Alfie pick up a piece of dry wood, holding it over the newly erected fire. The pieces supporting it are from surrounding, meager homes, like mine that lies closer to the woods.

"Alpha!" Alfie calls, holding the makeshift torch out to me, "you want the honors?"

I near him, taking the burning piece of wood in my hand as I turn. My feet are on autopilot as I walk towards my former shabby home and I place my free hand on the rough wood of the entrance door. My heart swells in a way that I cannot describe, and I take the time to memorize the grain of the wood. My father had helped build this house.