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Tempting The Fake Heiress

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[EXCERPT] “I wanted to know if the offer you proposed to me yesterday was still valid. About getting married and financing a business of my own.” I kept my pitch even as I spoke. “Hmm…” “I thought you said, and I quote, ‘You must be insane, Mr. Evander. If you think I’m like you—crazy—then you’re very wrong. I will never ever ever ever ever do anything as sinful as getting married to you. Not to talk of giving birth to your child just for the sake of business.’ “Then you stormed out of the private room that I’d graciously invited you to. You broke my fragile heart and ego.” Camden clutched his chest and feigned a pained look. “On the phone, you told me the offer was still on the table.” I countered. “That was on the phone. This is face-to-face. And I suddenly realize that your nose is a bit crooked. What if you give birth to a kid whose nose is pointing towards the west?” Camden said. SYNOPSIS: After the discovery that she is not the real daughter of her parents, Ivy Beaumont is pushed to the side by the only people she’s ever considered family in her life. When insanely rich and probably psychotic Camden Evander comes knocking on Ivy’s door with an irresistible offer she cannot afford to decline, Ivy is torn between grabbing an opportunity of a lifetime or waiting hopelessly for her turn to shine. A little push from the person whose life she stole is all Ivy needs to sign a contract with the devil that will change her life forever. There are no holds barred to the things Ivy can get with Camden on her side. And she wants everything the world can offer. As for Camden, he wants just one thing—her.
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Chapter 1 - The right cost

•Ivy•

The office was a whole lot bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. A long oval desk was planted in the middle and there was an entire wall made of glass on one side. I could see the top of other tall buildings and the clear sky.

I could bet that the night view from here would be amazing.

I began to walk slowly towards the window wall subconsciously, admiring the office in the process.

"That door over there leads to a separate creative room where you can, you know, do whatever you want to." Camden's voice came from behind me.

I glanced at the door he was referring to and found myself going over to it. I opened it and saw what could only be described as a studio.

I wondered what word I could use to express my awe for the room.

"That other door leads to a bedroom plus bathroom with a tub inside. In case, you're working late and want to soak in cold water and crash." Camden spoke, walking towards another door I hadn't noticed beforehand.

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