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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

At half past eleven in the evening. Rosemary finally returned to Reflections Villa.

Serena, who was about to go downstairs, saw Rosemary heading upstairs. Suddenly a gust of wind blew, revealing several hickeys on Rosemary's neck.

It was like a heavy blow to Serena's heart, a pain so intense it was unbearable.

"Rose, why are you back so late? Were you with my brother in law?"

Even though she knew there was a chance Rosemary was with Romeo, seeing the hickeys on her neck,

Romeo was always so restrained, how could he passionately kiss a woman like that?

It must be Rosemary who seduced him!

"Rose, we may not have strict house rules, but you should come home earlier, or people will say we have no manners."

Rosemary looked up and asked casually, "Do you like Romeo?"

"I definitely don't like him…" Serena lowered her head in denial, not daring to meet her gaze.

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