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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

Alma nudged Serena sharply with her elbow, then immediately turned to Kenneth and Louisa with an innocent smile. "What kind of fruit would you like? I'll wash them all together!"

The sudden jostle made Serena's hand slip. The knife nicked her finger, drawing a thin line of blood.

"Oh, Serena!" Alma gasped, feigning shock. "You cut yourself! How careless!" She whirled toward Louisa, her voice dripping with false concern. "Mom, call the nurse! A cut like this could get infected!"

Before Serena could speak, Alma barreled on, clutching her wrist dramatically. "Does it hurt badly? Hang in there—help is coming!" She snatched the fruit and peeler from Serena's hands, sighing. "You should get that bandaged. I'll handle the rest… though I can't make fruit salad like you. Grandma will have to wait."

Cornelia frowned. "Did Serena hurt herself?" She beckoned a nurse. "Take her to dress that wound."

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