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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

The snowmobile pulled up to the resort's own luxury restaurant, where staff rushed to serve Rosemary a smorgasbord of delectable dishes.

Other members of the staff hurried forward with thermal clothing, electric blankets, and hand warmers, afraid that Rosemary might be cold or hungry.

Louisa also rushed anxiously to her daughter's side.

"Sweetie, are you okay? Who had the audacity to harm you? Sampson, did you find out who was responsible?"

"Quickly, tell Daddy where you're hurt. I'll call for a doctor right away," Kenneth was beside himself with worry, fearing that his daughter was in pain.

"They're the ones who got hurt, not me."

"Really?" Louisa cupped her face, scrutinizing her carefully, even rolling up her sleeves and trouser legs to conduct a rough inspection. It seemed she was indeed fine.

She heaved a sigh of relief, hugging her daughter tightly.

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