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2024-10-29 19:42:56Phoebe's POV
“Arrgh! Why won't he stop disturbing me?”I ignored Alan's call yet again and muted my phone. Glancing back at the computer, I began reading an article I had downloaded about Andrew Walker. I was surprised by his immense wealth - multiple private jets, chains of companies across the country, private islands, and luxurious yachts.Chuckling to myself, I imagined lounging on one of his yachts, sipping the world's finest wine, and having a blast party with my friends.I daydreamed of taking vacations to different countries four times in a year, or better yet, every month, since my soon to be husband could afford it.Oh my! Having Andrew Walker as a husband would really be a dream come true. I could just picture the envy in my friends' eyes when I became Mrs. Walker."Damn those journalists for spreading false rumors! I should be living this life already!" I lamented as I kept daydreaming about the luxurious life I wouRelated chapters
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