The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge

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plastered on a sickening

laced a small, velvet Tiffany-blue

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troduced himself, his voic

cream-colored envelope. It was sealed with a heavy dol

ton fami

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dilated in

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d on his heel and walked out of the apartment,

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the air near the envelope. "What is that? Ho

nto my leather handba

ied smoothly, my face a mask of indiffer

d up in disbelief. "They sent a butler with a

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bing his briefcase. He pointed a trembling finger at

ally ran o

up the Tiffany box and dropped it stra

p the two percen

living room. I fed the document into the slot. The machine whirred,

he bathroom and

astened a pair of heavy, heirloom emerald earrings to my lobes-

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submissive, quiet girl Barre

out the door, ready to meet the