Endless Indulgence: The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife

with my husband tonight, or you'll

dential suite of the Ruy H

with disdain. To Phoebe, he was nothing more than an illegitimate heir, unworthy of her time. She had t

ssed paths with Rowan, as he had

he moment Rowan returned, Phoebe wo

randmother, who was taken away as leverage. "F

presidential suite. It

s the massive bed. The man

-the man she had been "ma

to be so young. And cert

hesitated for only a moment

reached for his belt,

brushed against his

seizing her wrist. In an instant, she was yanked

avy and intoxicating. His warm breath

was deep

to catch her breath be

is piercing gaze now locked onto

. Then, she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. "Shh," she whispered

*

xt mor

rds in black suits stood guard outside the presi

the headboard. His fingers idly tapped ag

country, he had been whisked off to a business dinner, only

p, he had seen a wo

uld wake up while being in

o seduce him, yet none had dared to force t

e had disappeared

at least had the sense to run-knowing full well he

th a stark patch of dried blood standi

ening. A virgin. And yet, she had been

etary, strode inside urgently. "W

she?" Row

e," Clive

the words settled, fragments of a

other, Old Mrs. Hayes. He had never given much thought to his marriage to Phoebe, who had been brought in a c

the woman in his bed last nigh

mperial Manor," Rowan

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met Phoebe's eyes. "I did

barely concealed beneath her collar. Those imprints had been

e wasn't

oncerned, I am Rowan's wife. Rowan is the head of the Hayes family. Your time

It turned out Rowan wasn't just anyon

hing back, desperate to recla

Their influence stretched far and wide, and the head of the Hayes family was known

, when the Hayes family proposed the marriage, she had turned her nose

forced Baila to

looking Phoebe straight

out and wiped away the foundation on Baila'

r face set them apart-a flaw that had to be concealed wi

ted beauty of New York. Baila? Nothing m

announced, "Mrs. Haye

was

smoothed the creases from her dress, and s

n a rush of cold air as a tall,

head, Bail

fabric clung smoothly to his frame, unwrinkled and flawless, as

d as if it had been cra

man in the hotel

to Baila-his heavy breaths, the heat of his touch... Her

y," she said sweetly, "you were so ro

iron grip to stop her. His expression turned cold. "How dar

oney, listen-it's not what you think! Old Mrs. Hayes was the one who arranged it! She said we had t

. Hayes

d, irritation flashi

barely breathing. She had heard enough about Row

e one who had slept with him tha

tion, Baila tu

ep, Rowan, catching sight of her

e. Her che

overed some

la. "Who are you? Raise

r fingers curled against her palm

her eyes. Deep. Clear. A perfec

s. They were the same ones he ha

sharp as he sa

e had reco