Married To The Ruthless Billionaire Husband

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ment. She flipped open the first page. The legal jar

is personal life. If they divorced, she would

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placed both hands flat on the edge of his desk and l

ned it. Now, please. I need you to use your network

re in the room plummeted. To him, this was the real s

on the desk, leaning in to match her postur

his voice a lethal rumble. "You get the basic me

time! The basic treatment isn't enough. If you

body, scanning the oversized clothes that hid the bruises h

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ing into her chest. All the blood drained f

of blood flooded her mouth. She forced her eyes to stay

trange, irritating tightness gripp

. He pressed a button on his intercom. "Alistair. Escort her b

doorway immediately. He g

. She walked out of t

shut behind her, seve

, her legs gave out. She slid down the wooden panels until she hit the

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