Married to my Ex's Billionaire Uncle
In isang mabilis ngunit swabeng galaw, he turned my body around to face him, positioning his massive frame between me and the sink.
“The press only asks questions I allow them to ask, wife,” he murmured in his signature husky register, his long, warm fingers flying up to tilt my chin upward. He carefully dabbed a bit of concealer on the red spot near my collarbone, his touch surprisingly gentle salungat sa lupit ng bawat tulak ng balakang niya kanina. “They are here to report on the stock stability of the Rios and Del Fierro alliance. None of them will dare to look at your neck long enough to form a theory. Unless, of course, they want to lose their media accreditation by three PM.”
“Ruthles
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