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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

"What on earth was Serena doing in the basement?" Darren couldn't help but ask.

"Probably heard some noise, or caught one of the staff gossiping. You know how curious she is. Wanted to check it out for herself. Bard already gave those chatterboxes a good talking-to."

Eunice gently rubbed Darren's back, careful not to rile him further.

Darren finally eased up a bit, no longer as stiff as he had been moments ago.

"No wonder the poor girl had nightmares last night," Darren mumbled with newfound clarity. "She's never been exposed to anything like that, and those folks locked up in the basement must've scared her witless."

He remembered how Serena had curled up in a corner of the study the previous night, crying pitifully. She must have been terrified!

"I should talk to her grandma, have her comfort Serena. Help her forget all this sooner rather than later."

As Darren spoke, a light bulb went off in his head.

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