Marrying The Crippled Billionaire For Revenge

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her mouth in a performance worthy of an Oscar. "Pr

Her voice sounded thin to her own

ushing in from the living room. She stared at the ring w

said, looking at Miller. "

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r phone. "I'm recording

you file a police report, it goes on my rec

t was a cold, sharp smile. "You tried to ruin my

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ront doors

whispered, her eyes gleaming

one but him. She could handle the police. She could handle h

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