Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

"Beck, owning just one percent of the Sanders Corporation, that's worth billions."

The subtext was clear: sending her away with just three million dollars was laughably insufficient.

Beck scoffed, finally seeing her true colors. "So, it's all about the money of the Sanders Corporation for you."

"I won't let you take another paternity test. You can leave with three million dollars right now. But if I let you take that test and you're found out, no matter how well you play your part, you'll end up with nothing." Stella had already stood up, noticing the chef had just served dinner.

"Beck, let's talk over dinner," she suggested, as if she owned the place.

Beck's brow twitched, his lips pressed into a thin line. His upbringing prevented him from uttering something even more offensive.

He could only watch as Stella took her seat at the dining table, even gesturing for him to join.

"This is my house!" Beck couldn't hold back anymore, his voice a low growl. "And that glass you're holding, the water you're drinking, it's all mine."

Stella, resting her chin in her hand, kept her narrow eyes fixed on Beck.

After being stared at for three minutes, Beck felt uneasy.

"What are you looking at?"

"You. I find Beck very interesting."

All the complaints Beck had were suddenly stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

Beck snorted, it took him a while to say, "No wonder those guys are so head over heels for you. This is how you charm them."

Stella had already started sipping her soup, deducing two rules.

"Never promise anything, never say no. They're all just friends."

or should I say your personal

I would've starved to death a long time ago. I wouldn't have lived to see the day

she was genuinely crying, his frown

past. Back when she was known as Stella Herrington, she

of school, she had secured several long-term

managed to keep a few meal tickets in every school, without them ever finding out about each other. It was a skill

have survived in such circumstances. He had grown up in luxury, never worrying about money. "Stop crying. That's not what

dry. There were no

The food

headache coming, realizing she had faked her

thrilling to manipulate those men. Even her professors fell under her charm, and people were willing

in bars. What did she have to feel

ton

realizing from the moment he walked

meal in front of him suddenly lost

the meal, as if she

her satisfied look, Beck's

Maja was found, she was

on, Maja was a thousand times better

brows knitted together, suddenly losing

servants cleared the table, he saw

declared, "I'll arrange

unfazed. "Alright,

believe she was really a Sanders. It couldn't

the results of

test also

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