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Married to the Coldest Media King

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 603    |    Released on: Today at 17:02

d flashbulbs. The air crackled with th

o-pulled up to the curb. The doorman

. She pushed the

teppe

ell over the press

of industrial fabric. It absorbed the light rather than reflecting it. It was jagged, sharp

idow mourning the d

rash bag? some

went crazy. Click

gossip site, prompted by a subtle nod from Ivana Mcknigh

ed the pension funds of widows to

le. She moved with a predato

ana Mcknight. She was wearing gold. So much gold she look

ghed. She gathered her

ver the crowd. Did you get lost, Dylan? The sa

a crew zoomed in on Dylan's

the step below Iv

calm and projecting perfectly. Although I suppose you wou

. A fashion blogger near the fro

ned purple. You

hrieked. Get this

ush fell over the bottom of the s

e Phantom ha

rennan st

d slice skin. He didn't look at the cameras. He didn't wave.

tantly changed her expression. S

cooed. So goo

ride. He walked past Ivana a

ed next

He looked at the black tarp dress. His

. He could end her right here. One

r in the eye. And

pic dip of the chin. But in the lan

d, so only she could h

and walked in

ess we

ou se

acknowle

together!

her mouth open, ign

e had gambled everything o

vana, brushing sh

an said softly

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