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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 trailed behind him through the courtyard to the front of the house.

In a hushed tone, Dennis said, "She's of special status. Seeing her face could put your life in danger."

Rosemary was taken aback. That really sounded serious.

"So, all you must do is take care of her from inside. No one else will be there."

They were separated by a frosted glass wall. There was a small hole in the middle of the wall.

Rosemary realized the situation. Care-taking through the wall? Quite an unusual arrangement.

Dennis bent down to the small hole and said to the person on the other side, "Diana, my friend is here. If you feel uncomfortable, just let her know."

On the other side of the wall was the girl's bed. She was curled up in pain, every organ in her body seemed twisted in knots.

She clutched the corner of her blanket, her slender shoulders trembling in pain. Sweat dripped down her forehead, landing on her beautiful yet pale face.

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