Buying My Freedom From The Cheating CEO

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er Johnathan's contact photo-a picture of them

essed

n popped up.

d connecting them, severed with a few cold, methodical taps. She delet

the seat and let out a long, shuddering breath. It wasn't relief, not

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t wasn't home anymore. It was just a building that held her things. S

wet asphalt. It pulled up to the imposing, wrought-iron gat

o her skin through the thin silk of her go

e of the housekeeper, Rosa, crackled t

e. I'm here to pack my things." Her

, and then a different voice, sharp

ng back here? You

urse. They had

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hat do you own, Giovanna? Every single thing you have, every piece of cloth

ars-ever since Danielle arrived and she went from a Broo

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ates. The last flicker of warmth she might have hel

gain and dialed her adop

like a shard of glass. "Giovanna. Your behavior a

sonal items," Giovanna said

nd now you want to what? Rummage through the house?" Quinn sco

erical laugh almost escaped her. "Apologize

ith impatience. "Johnathan's decision was for the go

n that house cared about her. She had never been a daughter. She ha

er voice, when she spoke again, was as cold as the rain itself

. "Until you have figured out how to fix the mess you

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r skin. She didn't feel it. She just stared at the house, the warm lights glowing

began to burn in her chest, a cold, clean flame that consu