Scars Of Betrayal: The Heiress's Revenge

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offer to slow down. He reached for the

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. "Stop it. Stop trying to blame Estelle. We all know the truth, Ali

en. The air left

ith disdain. "You went rogue. Estelle cried for days when you were sen

ld him she did it for greed?

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her face, but it didn't help. She retched, her body heaving violen

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