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Chapter Fourteen

Author: Cynthia Ray
last update Last Updated: 2024-07-16 00:26:48

"I didn't give her a chance to talk.", Harry said expressing his frustration.

"She had ignored me for months, and all of a sudden, she just waltzed in after all the hurt she had caused me. I just didn't want her to reject me again."

Anastasia felt Harry's pain, she understood why Harry had resorted to a contract marriage. Harry had fallen in love and had gotten burnt.

"There is something I wanted to discuss with you that night", Harry said, "I found out that I have to remain married for six months otherwise my inheritance will be handed over to my nephew. "

Anastasia exhaled, she was in a fix. Matthew had threatened to get involved if she didn't end her marriage with Harry.

If Matthew told the board that he and Anastasia were sexually involved with each other, Harry would inevitably lose the company.

Anastasia didn't know what to do, she had to help Harry keep his inheritance.

She opened her mouth to tell Harry of his nephews's threat but she couldn't bring herself
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