The Unwanted Fiancée Is A Legend

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wore his ring while he

only bought m

brought his mistress, Roxy

and then broke our engagement via an Instagram post, t

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my mother's antique jade pendant-the only thing I ha

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city, stepped out of the shadows to wipe the blood from

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other owes hers. You think I touch her? She is as cold

wet, sloppy sound of a kiss a

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g a true Underbo

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d a skirt that barely covered her th

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aunted the underground racing circuits,

nst him right there in the open driveway, where

ard, his hand sliding dow

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contract, on my mother'

, laughing as they walk

front of my mod

ape of my neck to ensure n

door sla

d through the hallwa

er better be rea

, Roxy trailing behind him

t even l

ulling out a bottle of vintage Barolo I

ing the cork. "She's staying

her eyes lingering on my hig

smir

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ouring the wine

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he said, taking a sip.

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