The Billionaire's Captive: Debt Of Love

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or her phone

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that dug into her spine, stari

of Ros

rubs stood there, looking exhausted

nddaughter.

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and the OR is forty thousand. The

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her face. Forty thousand dollars. She had three

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ted into a knot. Some

entrance. 9:00 PM. Ask for the Mana

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ck to the

grease-stained jeans. She dug out a box from

s that caught the light like embers. It was a relic from a brief stint she did with an und

on. It fit lik

, contouring her face, smoking out her eyes until the girl in the reflection looked nothi

d slid in a small, leather roll. It contained a few essential

r her head and steppe

as Phoenix. And she would burn the world