His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

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t. She needed to scrub the night off her skin. She needed to wash away the scen

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at her reflection. "S

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kin pale and clammy. He was wearing the same suit

he hated, a conditioned response t

e was busy loosening his tie, his movements jerky and agit

espite the hammering of her heart. "I took a cab home ea

he had rehears

Always the victim

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cra

ear. A thin, angry red line. It wasn't a shavin

it. "What happe

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hitched. She too

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woman the tabloids called a genius, the woman who

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asn't just cheating. He was starting a family. A fa

stepped out, a towel around his

his movements tight, and snatched the device from the dresser

things," he said

said, raising her

said. "I have to

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't sleep, Vespe

hed pa

front door slam and the roar of hi

e had cried enough

end of the east wing. There was a dusty storage room there, filled with old fur

f old paintings and pressed a

icked

a closet. But it was hers. A keyboard, a l

sition sheets. The raw, messy first drafts of the hits that were currently topping the charts. They were u

She didn't open her music software

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n of her own eyes in the black

e, she typed.

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