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."

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death a long time ago. I wouldn't have lived to see

saw she was genuinely crying, his

she attended very average schools and lived

she had secured several long-term meal tickets. Even

school, without them ever finding out about each other. It was a skill of

have survived in such circumstances. He had grown up in luxury, never worrying

looked up, her eyes dry. There were no signs she had

wasn't. The food

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to manipulate those men. Even her professors

of wine for her in bars. What did she have to feel

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the moment he walked in, he had been played by

delicious meal in front of him suddenly

the other hand, seemed to truly enjoy the meal, as

her satisfied look, Beck's thoughts

found, she

was a thousand times better

together, suddenly

the table, he saw Stella wiping

arrange for another paternity

appeared unfazed.

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