The Billionaire's Contract: Revenge On My Ex

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r, watching her with that same detached, analytical gaze. He reached int

skin. She wiped the greasepaint from her cheek. "I

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phone and dialed

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sn't at the penthouse

s. At the coordinates

" he muttered. "Why would she be at Isham Rhode

asked, feign

at job tonight, babe. We made magic. Come home. We need to t

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