The Perfect Victim: Playing The Billionaire's Game

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chimed on Isadore's screen. Pe

w the girl. Ashton was hugging herself, shaking violently, water streaming down

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airs. He looked annoyed.

round herself. "Carter... he was

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oice trembling. "Or throw me out. But if he grabs me

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ent. The thunder covered the sound

aster bedroom door was ajar. Isad

assive bed, grey sheets. On the nightstand, a

he reached up to her neck and unclasped

step on the stai

ngers, watching it fall into the narrow, dark gap between the mattress and the headboard. It was a place

ust as Isadore reached the landing. Her heart hammered against her ribs l

, letting out a breath she