The Auctioned Wife: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage

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the stairs and shoved t

mbled, walking i

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aning. It was

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mart home panel

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he walked around to the passe

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but I forced my fe

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e saw me standing there in my sweatpant

d sweet, like sacchar

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to stay with us for a few days.

't ask.

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ward me. She looked me up and down, her eyes li

ten... big,

Else. That's

kling, empty sound

poured water for her. He knew exactly ho

iled at him, a secret, intimate

anned for us last month. He cancelle

w. He was

loud enough to cut through their silent communion. "D

smile f

e front door

n wal

e walked in like h

the room and grinned

space, standing too close. I could smell his expensi

the market soon," he whispered. Hi

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he continued, his eyes raking ove

oser, his lips

ict, Aleida. No crying. No

my skin

othing," he hissed. "Jus

ching us. He saw Edison whispering

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of his water a

t. The final crack

at Edison. I d

s so tight my nails cut into

him dead

of my fac

e stepped back, laughing ner

nfusion crossing his face. He ex

't expe

toward the stairs. I

room," I said. "D

airs, feeling thei

room door and le

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