Make Him Pay: My Ultimate Revenge

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s eyes scanning the shelves like a d

d against the back wall. The lid was slightly ajar. A

grabbed the edge of the ve

. His breath hitc

were dozens of them-easily a month's worth of hidden meals. He knew Corrine occasionally went out for coffee with Eleanor,

powdered cheese and preservat

ed. Patty's words echoed in his

te," Cristofer whispered. His hands curled into

ry time she tried to eat the rich, heavy food the chef made, she threw up until her throat bled. He didn't know tha

had been pocketing the grocery money and

ee a struggling mother. He saw a malicio

kicked the velvet benc

of empty yellow boxes spilled out, cas

shed one of the cardboard boxes. The loud crunch echo

e out again. He di

er barked. His voice was d

Mr. Cl

investigators and the cyber team. I want this ci

e said, his voice

ady hospital, and every homeless shelter

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transport helicopter. Take her directly to the Clarke fa

the line. "Sir... the

d on her," Cristofer said, his tone brutal. "If those doctors find out she ha

. He twisted his

p her of all parental rights. She will spend

one immediately,

reflection in the full-length mirror. His f

His shoe stepped on a box with a cartoon smil

But miles away, another group of vulture