The Billionaire's Contract Wife: Six Months To Leave

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creen lit up. I reached for

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ospital when the doctor broke the news about my pr

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my cloth. Every strand of fibre clung to my fingers, as t

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door crea

with two paper cups in her hand. Her

face. A kind of smile someone puts up when they have some

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