The Tycoon's Secret Wife's Escape

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People nearly nined their heads, staring as Valeria and I stood in front of the women's reuroom. Valeria looked at me with a pitiful expression, her eyes glistening with unshed tears

"Isn't that labella Prearon and Valeria Moroz?" someone in the crowd murmured.

I knew precisely what Valeria was attempting. She was sorely mistaken if she thought she could outperform me in this fierte drama. She must have forgotten that I was once an actress and right now, I was pregnant. Any harm to my child wou naturally be her responsibility, especially with Grayson watching

Before Valeria could continue her performance, I deliberately raised my voice to capture the crowd's attention.

"Oh, my god! My baby! Help me! Please, someone help me!" I cried out in distress.

Valeria's face drained of color

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered in disbelief.

A lady immediately pushed past Valeria and rushed to my side. "You're the closest one to her, yet you act like you don't care!" she scolded Valeria before turning to me with concern. “Ms. Isabella, are you alright?"

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, and the disapproving glares directed at Valeria intensified. I was sure Grayson had heard about the commotion by now- either from the noise or because someone had rushed to tell him.

"S-she's pretending!" Valeria lashed out, her anger masking her desperation. "Faking it? How heartless," a socialite scoffed, shaking her head in disdain.

But just as I was about to revel in my small victory, a sharp pain shot through my stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. My body tensed. This... wasn't part of the act!

"Shit! Please call Mr. Blake right away. It hurts!" I gasped, clutching my belly as the pain twisted inside me.

"What's going on here?" Grayson's voic

sliced through the tension like a blade.

"It seems Ms. Moroz did something to Isabella," the woman beside me said, her tone accusatory.

Grayson's gaze darkened as he turned to Valeria, his expression unreadable but terrifying nonetheless. Panic flickered in her eyes as she shook her head frantically. "Grayson, I swear, I didn't do anything!"

"Grayson, please..." My voice trembled as cold sweat gathered on my forehead. "Take me to the hospital... my belly-" Another sharp pang cut me off.

His expression shifted in an instant-from suspicion to sheer panic. He swept me into his arms without a second thought and bolted for the exit.

Thankfully, our driver was already waiting, as we planned to leave soon.

I struggled to steady myself, closing my eyes in an attempt to regain control. I couldn't tell if my unborn child had saved me from embarrassment or made me stand out even more in the gathering.

"Isabella, hang on! We're almost there," Grayson whispered, his hand gently wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead

Then, as if only now realizing the gravity of the moment, he asked, "Isn't your due date still two weeks away?"

I exhaled slowly, my mind drifting back to the past weeks.

12:48 MON, 14 ASX 493.

Chispert 105

Yes, tax for bees ootavad sure may sworo Pace & responded, realizing how the

stress and travel had blurred my sense of time

Perhaps it won't fry the right nie geen or any body had a mind of its own.

Suddenly, feh a warm rush of liquid flowing

Grayson's sharp infate was falmed by ourse. "Slut dis grip on my hand tightened before the tracked at the driver,

Even the driver hegan to show signs of pati, a sumusual sign that suggested this was likely the first time he had witnessed Grayern loving his comprove

"Bows, you need to calen down, he statuerot

The pain was overwhelming four pet at det at anexpected relief. This was the start of something life-changing

Tatry, we're about to theat soon!

Hours of Woor paused a doctor and awses took care of the Grayson held my hand, and I could feel his nervousness, 100. Despite looking pile with fear, he did his best not to distract the doctors. It took hours before a cry cut through the sterile hospital air.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blaker It's a beautiful baby girl the doctor announced

An inexplicable sensation washed over me-like an imisible embrace, tender and familiar. At that moment, I felt Cassie's presence, as if my best friend was wacting this miraculous event

"Congratulations, my lover Grayson's voice cracked with emotion

"Grayson Thank you." I was so grateful that he had stayed with me, even briefly, and cared for me during the final months of my pregnancy.

"I'm so happy, my love." Tears slid down his cheek, something I had never witnessed before.

"Have you thought of a name for the baby's registration?" the doctor asked, smiling at the sweetness between us.

"Camie. We want to name our daughter Cassie, Grayson responded without hesitation.

I smiled at him, knowing he understood me better than anyone. We had discussed names before, with many options in mind, but I had never brought up my best friend's name so openly. Still, I knew Grayson wouldn't have hesitated to support whatever name I chose.

Exhaustion started to take over. I closed my eyes, feeling a deep sense of peace, like a soft blanket. Grayson's lips lingered on my delicate hand as if grateful for this moment of light before the darkness quietly took me.

When Grayson left Isabella's recovery room, he found Sophia and Eliot anxiously waiting in the hallway.

"Boss, is Mrs. Blake, okay?" Eliot asked.

He nodded, taking a seat on the bench, looking drained.

"What news do you and Sophia have?" Grayson asked his assistant.

The two exchanged a glance.

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"After you took Isabella to the hospital, an audio clip started circulating on social media. It seems someone was in the washroom when Isabella and Valeria confronted each other," Sophia explained.

Eliot continued, "Netizens are now accusing you of simultaneously maintaining relationships with multiple women."

Grayson's face darkened. All he wanted in that moment was to enjoy the happiness of becoming a father. He had just welcomed a daughter with Isabella-a

miracle that should have been his only focus.

Eliot pulled out his phone and played the audio clip.

Only one thing registered in his mind: Valeria had told Isabella that she was carrying Grayson's baby.

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"The audio seems deliberately edited," Eliot noted. "It appears to have been strategically cut off just as Valeria was discussing her own pregnancy."

The post's caption read: 'Mr. Grayson Blake will soon break up with Isabella Prescott because his great love is also now expecting his child. Who will Mr. Blake choose?'

"The internet has been speculating that you've been in a relationship with Valeria for a long time," Eliot continued.

"And at Summit Glow, no one dares to challenge Ms. Moroz, especially with the belief that you're truly in love with her," Sophia added.

The message was clear: Valeria's deliberate claim of pregnancy would likely influen

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I lifted my gaze to Grayson, caught off guard. I hadn't known he had removed Valeria from Summit Glow-Sophia hadn't mentioned it to me either.

Back in Paris, I almost suspected Valeria had a sexual relationship with my husband, but now it seemed I had nothing to worry about. Grayson's eyes darkened as he regarded the woman. "I informed you in an email last week. I requested your presence, but you claimed you were on vacation." Observing the event, he said firmly, "Ms. Moroz, this is neither the time nor the place to discuss this. Your response speaks volumes about your character." Valeria's face paled, her earlier confidence evaporating as she lowered her gaze. Grayson turned to his business partners, smoothly introducing me before guiding me to a nearby table. Once I was seated, he leaned in.

"Would you like anything?" he asked.

1 ignored his question, my gaze drifting toward Valeria. "You removed Ms. Moroz from SummitGlow Talent?"

"Yes. I stopped by the office this morning and made the final decision. I kept receiving complaints-employees said she did nothing but travel abroad, and even the business partners you brought into the company had grievances about her. One of the artists even filed a case against the company due to overwork. In just a few months, she contributed nothing positive. Removing her was inevitable." He paused, his expression softening slightly. "I owe Valeria a debt-she saved my grandmother when I brought her to Europe. At the time, Valeria struggled in modeling, so I helped her financially and with her career-out of respect for my grandmother. For years, I gave her whatever she wanted."

That revelation caught me off guard. So, this was the source of Valeria's unwavering confidence.

"My grandmother specifically asked me to look after her. And since my family had the resources, I ensured Valeria lived comfortably-supporting her career, providing her with money and jewelry, and even allowing her to stay in my properties across different cities."

I waited for him to say something... anything illicit. But Grayson's gaze remained steady, his words deliberate. Cassie had once hinted at an unusual closeness between Grayson and Valeria, but now, I didn't think he had ever desired the woman. Perhaps, because of Grandma Blake, he had never even considered it. "When I received your divorce request, I was upset about the terms. At the same time, Valeria was eyeing the position, so I handed it to her without hesitation. But she was never serious about the job."

I had long suspected that Valeria only wanted my position at SummitGlow to challenge me. I never imagined there was more to her relationship with him.

"I owe her a lot, but I'm a businessman, Bella... I'm not a fool."

I ventured carefully, "About those divorce terms-you mentioned them before. I believe Evan might have altered them after

I signaled his lawyer. It's possible they sent me a different version than the one you received," I said.

Guilt clouded his eyes. "I've considered that possibility. The terms I received demanded most of my assets, properties, and complete control and ownership of SummitGlow."

My eyes widened in shock. "What? Gray, I would never do that!" "Yeah. Eliot said it was probably a misunderstanding. But that day, Grandma Blake passed away. I was overwhelmed-with grief, frustration, and anger..." Grayson took my hand and pressed a kiss to my fingers. "I'm really sorry...'

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I cupped his check, my thumb grazing his skin. "I had my own faults too. I failed to

see what you were going through. My timing couldn't have been worse.

The event's photographer captured that moment.

"Once you're ready, I'll give you full control of SummitGlow. Sophia and Pulse Five

have been urging me to remove Valeria from the company for a while now. I finally

had the chance to act, only to find out she was off in another country, relaxing while the office was in turmoil. It was infuriating...

"For now, Eliot will handle operations with Sophia's help to keep things stable if

you choose to return."

I smiled at him, silently conveying my gratitude. All I needed was to manage my time wisely. With Martha's commitment to watch over my child, along with another trusted caregiver, I could see the pieces falling into place.

"Sophia deserves a promotion," I said.

"Alright! I'll tell Eliot."

After a few minutes, while Grayson was occupied socializing with partners and acquaintances at the gathering, I briefly stepped into the restroom. Valeria entered

and went straight into a cubicle as I washed my hands. I finished when she emerged, casually setting her open bag on the counter.

"Isabella, I need to tell you something-I'm pregnant!" she announced.

I raised an eyebrow, maintaining a calm demeanor.

"Oh? Congratulations, Ms. Moroz," I replied, my tone nonchalant. "Just to be

clear, you're not planning to pin this pregnancy on me, are you? Because I'm definitely not the father."

She clenched her jaw. "That's not what I meant! Grayson belongs with me! You

may be pregnant, forcing him to take responsibility, but now I am too! Once he knows about my baby, he'll leave you without hesitation."

A dangerous smile spread across my face as my pregnancy hormones made my irritation even stronger. Where did she get the confidence?

"Ms. Moroz, do you think I'm with Grayson because of the pregnancy? Or perhaps you believe your supposed condition will compel him to claim responsibility? Or- and this seems most likely-are you even pregnant at all? Which version of reality

are we discussing?

She swallowed, clearly underestimating me. The rumors about me clearly made her think I'd be an easy target, someone who could easily be intimidated.

But she recovered quickly. "It doesn't matter! You need to break up with him because he'll marry me."

I leaned in, my voice sharp. "Allow me to offer some advice, Ms. Moroz: Attempting to intimidate me only highlights your desperation. Pregnant, my ass!

We both know Grayson would never touch you. And just so you know, when you

try to fabricate stories, make sure you're not on your period."

I pointed to her open clutch, where a few tampons were plainly visible.

Color flooded her face as she snatched up her belongings and fled the restroom, thoroughly humiliated.

A wave of victory washed over me as I opened the door, only to find Valeria throwing a scene in the hallway.

"Help! Isabella Prescott hurt me!" she wailed, clutching her cheek.

Just by looking at her disheveled state, anyone would think I bullied her in the

restroom.

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People nearly nined their heads, staring as Valeria and I stood in front of the

women's reuroom. Valeria looked at me with a pitiful expression, her eyes glistening with unshed tears

"Isn't that labella Prearon and Valeria Moroz?" someone in the crowd murmured.

I knew precisely what Valeria was attempting. She was sorely mistaken if she thought she could outperform me in this fierte drama. She must have forgotten that I was once an actress and right now, I was pregnant. Any harm to my child wou naturally be her responsibility, especially with Grayson watching

Before Valeria could continue her performance, I deliberately raised my voice to capture the crowd's attention.

"Oh, my god! My baby! Help me! Please, someone help me!" I cried out in distress.

Valeria's face drained of color

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered in disbelief.

A lady immediately pushed past Valeria and rushed to my side. "You're the closest

one to her, yet you act like you don't care!" she scolded Valeria before turning to

me with concern. “Ms. Isabella, are you alright?"

The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, and the disapproving glares directed at Valeria intensified. I was sure Grayson had heard about the commotion by now- either from the noise or because someone had rushed to tell him.

"S-she's pretending!" Valeria lashed out, her anger masking her desperation.

“Faking it? How heartless,” a socialite scoffed, shaking her head in disdain. But just as I was about to revel in my small victory, a sharp pain shot through my

stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. My body tensed. This... wasn't part of

the act!

"Shit! Please call Mr. Blake right away. It hurts!" I gasped, clutching my belly as

the pain twisted inside me.

"What's going on here?" Grayson's voic

sliced through the tension like a blade.

"It seems Ms. Moroz did something to Isabella," the woman beside me said, her

tone accusatory.

Grayson's gaze darkened as he turned to Valeria, his expression unreadable but terrifying nonetheless. Panic flickered in her eyes as she shook her head frantically. "Grayson, I swear, I didn't do anything!"

"Grayson, please..." My voice trembled as cold sweat gathered on my forehead.

"Take me to the hospital... my belly-" Another sharp pang cut me off. His expression shifted in an instant-from suspicion to sheer panic. He swept me into his arms without a second thought and bolted for the exit. Thankfully, our driver was already waiting, as we planned to leave soon. I struggled to steady myself, closing my eyes in an attempt to regain control. I

couldn't tell if my unborn child had saved me from embarrassment or made me stand out even more in the gathering.

"Isabella, hang on! We're almost there," Grayson whispered, his hand gently wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead

Then, as if only now realizing the gravity of the moment, he asked, "Isn't your due

date still two weeks away?"

I exhaled slowly, my mind drifting back to the past weeks.

12:48 MON, 14 ASX 493.

Chispert 105

Yes, tax for bees ootavad sure may sworo Pace & responded, realizing how the

stress and travel had blurred my sense of time

Perhaps it won't fry the right nie geen or any body had a mind of its own.

Suddenly, feh a warm rush of liquid flowing

Grayson's sharp infate was falmed by ourse. "Slut dis grip on my hand tightened

before the tracked at the driver,

Even the driver hegan to show signs of pati, a sumusual sign that suggested this

was likely the first time he had witnessed Grayern loving his comprove

"Bows, you need to calen down, he statuerot

The pain was overwhelming four pet at det at anexpected relief. This was the start

of something life-changing

Tatry, we're about to theat soon!

Hours of Woor paused a doctor and awses took care of the Grayson held my hand, and I could feel his nervousness, 100. Despite looking pile with fear, he did his best not to distract the doctors. It took hours before a cry cut through the sterile hospital air. "Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blaker It's a beautiful baby girl the doctor announced

An inexplicable sensation washed over me-like an imisible embrace, tender and

familiar. At that moment, I felt Cassie's presence, as if my best friend was wacting this miraculous event

"Congratulations, my lover Grayson's voice cracked with emotion "Grayson Thank you." I was so grateful that he had stayed with me, even briefly,

and cared for me during the final months of my pregnancy.

"I'm so happy, my love." Tears slid down his cheek, something I had never witnessed before.

"Have you thought of a name for the baby's registration?" the doctor asked, smiling at the sweetness between us.

"Camie. We want to name our daughter Cassie, Grayson responded without

hesitation.

I smiled at him, knowing he understood me better than anyone. We had discussed names before, with many options in mind, but I had never brought up

my best friend's name so openly. Still, I knew Grayson wouldn't have hesitated to support whatever name I chose.

Exhaustion started to take over. I closed my eyes, feeling a deep sense of peace, like a soft blanket. Grayson's lips lingered on my delicate hand as if grateful for

this moment of light before the darkness quietly took me.

When Grayson left Isabella's recovery room, he found Sophia and Eliot anxiously

waiting in the hallway.

"Boss, is Mrs. Blake, okay?" Eliot asked.

He nodded, taking a seat on the bench, looking drained.

"What news do you and Sophia have?" Grayson asked his assistant.

The two exchanged a glance.

12:48 Mon, 14 Apr AM.

"After you took Isabella to the hospital, an audio clip started circulating on social

media. It seems someone was in the washroom when Isabella and Valeria

confronted each other," Sophia explained.

Eliot continued, "Netizens are now accusing you of simultaneously maintaining relationships with multiple women." Grayson's face darkened. All he wanted in that moment was to enjoy the

happiness of becoming a father. He had just welcomed a daughter with Isabella-a

miracle that should have been his only focus. Eliot pulled out his phone and played the audio clip.

Only one thing registered in his mind: Valeria had told Isabella that she was

carrying Grayson's baby.

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"The audio seems deliberately edited," Eliot noted. "It appears to have been strategically cut off just as Valeria was discussing her own pregnancy."

The post's caption read: 'Mr. Grayson Blake will soon break up with Isabella

Prescott because his great love is also now expecting his child. Who will Mr. Blake choose?'

"The internet has been speculating that you've been in a relationship with Valeria

for a long time," Eliot continued.

"And at Summit Glow, no one dares to challenge Ms. Moroz, especially with the

be

People nearly nined their heads, staring as Valeria and I stood in front of the

women's reuroom. Valeria looked at me with a pitiful expression, her eyes glistening with unshed tears

"Isn't that labella Prearon and Valeria Moroz?" someone in the crowd murmured.

I knew precisely what Valeria was attempting. She was sorely mistaken if she

thought she could outperform me in this fierte drama. She must have forgotten that I was once an actress and right now, I was pregnant. Any harm to my child

wou naturally be her responsibility, especially with Grayson watching Before Valeria could continue her performance, I deliberately raised my voice to capture the crowd's attention.

"Oh, my god! My baby! Help me! Please, someone help me!" I cried out in

distress.

Valeria's face drained of color

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered in disbelief.

A lady immediately pushed past Valeria and rushed to my side. "You're the closest

one to her, yet you act like you don't care!" she scolded Valeria before turning to

me with concern. "Ms. Isabella, are you alright?" The murmurs in the crowd grew louder, and the disapproving glares directed at Valeria intensified. I was sure Grayson had heard about the commotion by now-

either from the noise or because someone had rushed to tell him.

"S-she's pretending!" Valeria lashed out, her anger masking her desperation.

"Faking it? How heartless," a socialite scoffed, shaking her head in disdain. But just as I was about to revel in my small victory, a sharp pain shot through my

stomach, knocking the air from my lungs. My body tensed. This... wasn't part of

the act!

"Shit! Please call Mr. Blake right away. It hurts!" I gasped, clutching my belly as

the pain twisted inside me.

"What's going on here?" Grayson's voic

sliced through the tension like a blade.

"It seems Ms. Moroz did something to Isabella," the woman beside me said, her

tone

accusatory.

Grayson's gaze darkened as he turned to Valeria, his expression unreadable but

terrifying nonetheless. Panic flickered in her eyes as she shook her head

frantically. "Grayson, I swear, I didn't do anything!" "Grayson, please..." My voice trembled as cold sweat gathered on my forehead.

"Take me to the hospital... my belly-" Another sharp pang cut me off. His expression shifted in an instant-from suspicion to sheer panic. He swept me

into his arms without a second thought and bolted for the exit. Thankfully, our driver was already waiting, as we planned to leave soon.

I struggled to steady myself, closing my eyes in an attempt to regain control. I

couldn't tell if my unborn child had saved me from embarrassment or made me

stand out even more in the gathering.

"Isabella, hang on! We're almost there," Grayson whispered, his hand gently

wiping the beads of sweat from my forehead

Then, as if only now realizing the gravity of the moment, he asked, "Isn't your due

date still two weeks away?"

I exhaled slowly, my mind drifting back to the past weeks.

12:48 MON, 14 ASX 493.

Chispert 105

Yes, tax for bees ootavad sure may sworo Pace & responded, realizing how the

stress and travel had blurred my sense of time

Perhaps it won't fry the right nie geen or any body had a mind of its own.

Suddenly, feh a warm rush of liquid flowing Grayson's sharp infate was falmed by ourse. "Slut dis grip on my hand tightened

before the tracked at the driver,

Even the driver hegan to show signs of pati, a sumusual sign that suggested this

was likely the first time he had witnessed Grayern loving his comprove

"Bows, you need to calen down, he statuerot

The pain was overwhelming four pet at det at anexpected relief. This was the start

of something life-changing

Tatry, we're about to theat soon!

Hours of Woor paused a doctor and awses took care of the Grayson held my hand, and I could feel his nervousness, 100. Despite looking pile with fear, he did

his best not to distract the doctors. It took hours before a cry cut through the

sterile hospital air.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Blaker It's a beautiful baby girl the doctor

announced

An inexplicable sensation washed over me-like an imisible embrace, tender and

familiar. At that moment, I felt Cassie's presence, as if my best friend was wacting

this miraculous event

"Congratulations, my lover Grayson's voice cracked with emotion "Grayson Thank you." I was so grateful that he had stayed with me, even briefly,

and cared for me during the final months of my pregnancy.

"I'm so happy, my love." Tears slid down his cheek, something I had never witnessed before.

"Have you thought of a name for the baby's registration?" the doctor asked,

smiling at the sweetness between us.

"Camie. We want to name our daughter Cassie, Grayson responded without

hesitation.

I smiled at him, knowing he understood me better than anyone. We had discussed names before, with many options in mind, but I had never brought up

my best friend's name so openly. Still, I knew Grayson wouldn't have hesitated to support whatever name I chose. Exhaustion started to take over. I closed my eyes, feeling a deep sense of peace,

like a soft blanket. Grayson's lips lingered on my delicate hand as if grateful for

this moment of light before the darkness quietly took me.

When Grayson left Isabella's recovery room, he found Sophia and Eliot anxiously

waiting in the hallway.

"Boss, is Mrs. Blake, okay?" Eliot asked.

He nodded, taking a seat on the bench, looking drained.

"What news do you and Sophia have?" Grayson asked his assistant.

The two exchanged a glance.

12:48 Mon, 14 Apr AM.

"After you took Isabella to the hospital, an audio clip started circulating on social

media. It seems someone was in the washroom when Isabella and Valeria

confronted each other," Sophia explained.

Eliot continued, "Netizens are now accusing you of simultaneously maintaining

relationships with multiple women."

Grayson's

face darkened. All he wanted in that moment was to enjoy the

happiness of becoming a father. He had just welcomed a daughter with Isabella-a

miracle that should have been his only focus.

Eliot pulled out his phone and played the audio clip.

Only one thing registered in his mind: Valeria had told Isabella that she was

carrying Grayson's baby.

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"The audio seems deliberately edited," Eliot noted. "It appears to have been

strategically cut off just as Valeria was discussing her own pregnancy."

The post's caption read: 'Mr. Grayson Blake will soon break up with Isabella

Prescott because his great love is also now expecting his child. Who will Mr.

Blake choose?'

"The internet has been speculating that you've been in a relationship with Valeria

for a long time," Eliot continued.

"And at Summit Glow, no one dares to challenge Ms. Moroz, especially with the

belief that you're truly in love with her," Sophia added.

The message was clear: Valeria's deliberate claim of pregnancy would likely

influence public opinion, making it seem like Grayson would have no choice but to

leave Isabella for his 'true love.'

Frustration was

starting to rise in him.

"Do people truly believe I'm so capricious?" he muttered. "Do they imagine I treat

relationships like some trivial game, randomly selecting and discarding women at

will?"

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The message was clear: Valeria's deliberate claim of pregnancy would likely

influence public opinion, making it seem like Grayson would have no choice but to

leave Isabella for his 'true love.'

Frustration was

starting to rise in him.

"Do people truly believe I'm so capricious?" he muttered. "Do they imagine I treat

relationships like some trivial game, randomly selecting and discarding women at

will?"

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ce public opinion, making it seem like Grayson would have no choice but to leave

Isabella for his 'true love.'

Frustration was

starting to rise in him.

"Do people truly believe I'm so capricious?" he muttered. "Do they imagine I treat

relationships like some trivial game, randomly selecting and discarding women at

will?"

AD

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