Claimed By The Uncle: My Sweet Revenge

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d poured a vodka, downing it in on

not looking at her. "If you sold out the

mechanical. "Family interests? You mean the in

hand rattled against the coast

e opened the gallery. King had air-dropped t

grainy security photo of Presto

expensed it as 'Public Relations.' You're n

phone from her hand and smashed it against the wind

ips. "The phone shrieked and died. Carmella is worth ten

ken thing. "Is that right? Then why marry me? Oh, rig

He hit the intercom b

t. The car swerved to the shoulder, r

open. Rain and exhaust

rs and shoved her. "Get out! Walk

vement. She fell hard onto her knees in a puddle of oi

oor. "Don't expect me

way, spraying dirty

sharp, but the cold inside her chest was numbing. Cars

ins of her phone. It was completely dead

rain soaked through the expensive w

from the traffic flow. It rolled to

las looked out from the dr

r slid open

ed on his knees. The blue light illuminated th

id. "Unless you

r muddy hands. She gritted her teeth and climbed in, dragg

t, cutting off the

r, taking in the ruined suit, the bleeding scra

y in his eyes. O

softly. "You are