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Rosemary spent 18 years thinking she was a member of the wealthy Harris family, only to discover she was a fake rich girl. When the real heiress returned, Rosemary was cast aside and sent back to her poor hometown. But fate had other plans for her, as she soon discovered that her hometown was actually the most exclusive villa area in the country. In a single night, Rosemary went from a modestly wealthy girl to the true heiress of a top-tier elite family. Her biological parents showered her with love, handing her millions of dollars in pocket money, providing access to any car from their fleet, and letting her buy anything from the world’s top designers. As for school, the best institutions were at her fingertips, and if she didn’t feel like studying, she could play with the family company.

But what shocked Rosemary the most was finding out she had an ex-fiancé. She couldn’t understand why he kept clinging to her, holding her hand, and trying to kiss her. “Who are you, sir?” Rosemary asked, annoyed. “Sweetheart, I’m your husband,” the ex-fiancé responded. “I don’t have a husband, only a former fiancé”

Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

Rosemary hopped out of the shower, fired up her laptop, and was knee–deep in her own business when a knock on the door interrupted her. "Sweetie, are you asleep yet? I've brought you some grub,"

Rosemary's slender fingers tapped a few keys before she shut her laptop, got up, and opened the door.

"I figured you might not have eaten much since you had a date with Romeo, so I asked the cook to whip up something for you."

Rosemary looked at the tray, rather surprised "Barbecue?"

"I heard kids your age are crazy about this stuff. Take a whiff; it smells good, doesn't it?" Louisa put the tray down, beaming at her.

Rosemary picked up a piece of meat, instinctively offering it to Louisa.

"I'm not big on this. You enjoy! You've been working your tall off these past couple of days, dealing with all that company stuff. You just got back home; you haven't had time to chill."

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