His Trophy Wife Is A Predator

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didn't knock. She pressed her thumb har

high-pitched voice echoed from ins

both hands against the wood an

gainst the interior wall

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she saw it was Chelsea, she immediately forc

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d in pure disgust. She looked at Cary

nce, you lying bit

clinic, the hidden PR payments, and the

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unlocked it and opened both Twitter and

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pped her phone and lunged at Chelsea, c

ted her weig

slapped Caryn across the face wit

flesh hitting flesh echoed t

onto the floor, clutching her burning cheek.

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again," Chelsea whispered darkly, "I will

with three new emails. Her brand sp

reen and let out a gut

he turned around, ready to walk

tercom on the wa

floor and slammed her hand

voice crackled through the speaker. "A Mr. Gre

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widened in absolute horror. Greyson E