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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

"Aunt Eunice, I swear it wasn't me. I didn't even know who he was. How could I possibly kill him? For one, I had no grudge against him, and for another, I don't have the guts or the courage. I had no motive and certainly no means to kill him. Why would I do such a thing?"

Serena was crying, the picture of injustice personified.

"Besides, it was the maid who summoned me. I was just about to hit the hay when she said someone wanted to see me. That's the only reason I went down there. I had no clue about all those people locked up in the basement. I'm no psychic, how could I have predicted that the maid would call the wrong person, much less that it'd be me? And I have no reason to do such a thing."

Eunice, however, couldn't wrap her head around the situation, but given that Serena was the last one to see him alive, suspicion naturally fell on her.

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