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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

Before Clark could respond, Serena sent him another message.

[Hey, we could also head to Vegas for a couple of rounds, maybe a Chinatown visit, and the 360° observation deck in Chicago as well.]

[Serena, I'm occupied this weekend. Let's plan for next time,] Clark replied, his fingers tapping out the words on his phone.

His mind wasn't on leisure activities right now. There was only one thing he was concerned about: finding Carol. All the food, drinks, and entertainment held no appeal to him at the moment.

[Sure, we'll plan it for next time then,] Serena sent back, along with a grinning emoji.

[Didn't you say we have plenty of time together in the future? No need to rush.]

[Okay,] Clark responded, not in the mood to add anything else.

On the other side, Serena felt a chill in her heart. She noticed that Clark's responses were becoming shorter and shorter.

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