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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

"Step on it," Eunice whispered to the driver, with an urgency that belied her calm voice.

Even with the speedometer pushing 75, Serena felt like they were crawling—each second stretching into an eternity.

The thing about this 'medicine' was its sneaky effect—it bided its time before hitting you with an unbearable urgency.

Finally reaching the villa, Serena burst out of the car, not sparing a moment for anything else.

"Did the child eat something off? Do we need to—" Belinda's words were cut short by an odor so foul it seemed to punch her directly in the brain.

Serena's gas was so potent that Belinda caught a whiff the moment she stepped out of the car.

Belinda, ever the epitome of grace, couldn't help but retch ungracefully, nearly fainting from the stench.

"Honey..." Darren had just gotten out of the car when the smell hit him, nearly knocking him out cold.

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