The Auctioned Wife: Escaping The Billionaire's Cage

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ripping with venomous sweetness. "I didn't kno

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mate," she commanded. "

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now kis

pped her face. He kiss

away. I forced myself to

owed it down. I turned the pain into fuel. Every kiss

Else laughed,

Derek's shoulder

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holding the equip

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said, handing me a key card. "You're in th

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to calculate how many more hours of this

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the VIP

glasses. I heard Else

top," she

ake out the words, but the tone was familiar. It

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art hammering a

over my ears. I squ

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ating. The air in the ro

ying. I was

he weight of my own stupi

orth, listening to my husband make love to

last ember of my love for