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Twenty-year-old Rosalie Whitmore has been the daughter her family forgot they had. When the Whitmore shipping empire teeters on bankruptcy, she is dragged out of her bedroom by two guards and sold off in her sister Vivienne's place to Dante Caldwell, the cold heir to a merchant banking dynasty. On their wedding night, drunk and expecting the sister he thought he was marrying, Dante calls her by Vivienne's name. In the morning, his family calls her a thief. By the end of two months she has been locked away, framed, humiliated, and almost broken. She walks out of the Caldwell estate barefoot before dawn with six hundred dollars, a locket, and a secret she will not learn about for another month: she is carrying his children.
Seven years later she returns as Rose Lane, bestselling novelist, founder of a luxury interior empire, and mother to six-year-old twins who have never met their father. She came home to serve divorce papers and close the chapter forever.
The jet is diverted on landing. Dante Caldwell is waiting at the gate. He has spent seven years looking for her, uncovered every lie her family told, and dismantled his own house to make room for her. He refuses to sign.
"You are still my wife, Rosalie."
"Your wife? I own three of the companies your bank is trying to buy, Dante. I don't need your name. I don't need you."
A story about the price of being chosen, the ferocity of a woman who stopped waiting, and the man who learned, far too late, exactly what he threw away.
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