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Keep your nose out of our business.

Penulis: Mystique
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-08-02 23:00:30
Madeline's POV

"Why don't you keep your nose out of our business, Logan Rossi? It has nothing to do with you. I was married to you, Madeline, while you were hiding money from me. We were married, so you owe me half of your money," Roman says.

"I am sorry, I have no idea what you are talking about. I owe you nothing. I did not get that money while we were married. And even if I did, didn't we have a prenatural contract? Didn't you tell me I was useless and couldn't even contribute to the house? Didn't your parents tell you to make a prenup so that we do not have to share anything when we get a divorce? You all treated me like crap, and now all of you want money from me? It is not going to happen. Could you take me to court even if you want to? None of you will get anything from me. I cannot stand around here talking to all of you. Enjoy the rest of your night, and I will let the guards show you the way out. I am sick and tired of all of you. When we were married, you all treated me lik
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