Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Boss

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dangerous storm brewed in his eyes. He scooped her

anding on the curb, holding a massive black um

r seat next to him. The heavy door slammed shut, ins

hick cashmere blanket from the comp

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ed against the corner of her mouth, wiping away a fr

looked in the rearview

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, pulling into the private underground garage o

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Alena down a long hallway lined with Persian rugs. He pressed

er down on the massive king-size bed. He moved with a

stress. Her hands were locked in a death grip on the

o loosen her fingers so he co

hrashed her head side to side, letting out

the mattress and let her hold onto his coat. He sat there in the

lly deepened into a rea

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drew said to the empty room. "T

windows. He stared down at the glittering lights of Manhat

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forced her

nize. The room smelled intensely of masculine ce

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rosted glass door of the ma

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