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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

After munching on some snacks, Rosemary headed back to her room and saw her parents flipping through their photos on the couch, their faces beaming with joy.

The next morning, Rosemary, done with her breakfast and ready for work, noticed Serena looking a bit off. She might have found out about their family photo session last night. Serena glared at Rosemary, her

eyes seething with resentment, struggling to keep her anger in check. Rosemary just threw her a glance before looking away and getting into Romeo's car.

Serena was fuming. She told Martha, who was trailing behind her, "I was at a friend's wedding last night, being a bridesmaid. When I got back, they had already finished taking the pictures and gone to bed! I'm really ticked off! They didn't wait for me! They set off a bunch of fireworks and hired photographers, but they just went to bed after the shoot, not giving a damn about how I'd feel."

CHAPTER 118