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“Don’t pumpkin pie me,” I say, going to stand in front of Holt, Steele, and Ryder, who still take my breath away, wet my panties, and make me see stars. “I’m not going to let you bully my husbands. Yes, I married them, so there.” I turn around and face them and pour a heartfelt apology into my eyes as I whisper, “I’m so sorry.”For my father being a bully.

“Daughter, I didn’t bully them. Why would I do that? I’m ecstatic. I’m elated. You chose so well, pumpkin pie.”

What fuckery is this?

“No, no, you aren’t supposed to like them, Dad. This is Holt Kissinger, Steele Adams, and Ryder MacMurphy. They’re construction workers. They do hard, honest work to make a living. We live in a small little farmhouse. Not a mansion, with flashy cars and jewelry and millions in our bank accounts. And I’m happy.”

My father frowns. “She doesn’t know who you are or what you’re worth?” He asks the three obscenely gorgeous guys, dressed in jeans and T-shirts, and yet still looking like kings.

“What?” It all comes tumbling down on me. The only reason my father is happy is because they must be...

“They own KAM Industries. Construction, mining, shipping, everything, pumpkin pie.”

Oh, freaking heck.

“How much are you worth?” I ask, fuming.

“A couple of hundred billion dollars," Steele says.

Oh my god. In order to stick it to my father with his millions of dollars, I go and marry men worth billions when I wanted to do the direct opposite.

Stupid, stupid, Clem.

No. This isn’t my fault. I raise my chin in battle.

Chapter Thirteen

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Clementine

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Itake a deep breath. Okay, fine. So all the men in my life are scoundrels. It’s time I take them down. Starting with the oldest one first.

Steele opens his mouth, but I raise my finger, silencing him. Their turn is coming.

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