Wrong Room, Secret Billionaire Husband

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the room,

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case when Vicky stepped from the s

issed. "You married him to steal Pe

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doubt flickered in her eyes. "She said you a

who threw her own stepsister

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st suite into a command center. From her bag, she took a slim slate-gray MacBook.

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closed around her damp wrist and pu

ed, clutching the

me to the back of her neck, d

e kiss

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age flared in her eyes,

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cleared. Eight figures. Buyer used a bli

miled f

designed under her pseudonym, Aria. The sale had given

with a black garment bag an

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d a fortune for her work and retu

ossession?

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