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Chapter 14: Like Quentin's Wife Should

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Later, the penthouse transformed into controlled chaos within the next hour. By ten in the morning, Quentin’s private staff had taken over the entire upper floor. Stylists moved through the massive bedroom carrying garment bags and velvet jewelry cases. Makeup artists arranged expensive products neatly across the marble vanity while assistants quietly answered phones in the background.

Verity sat silently in front of the mirror, trying to process how her life had changed overnight. Just yester
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