Fake Marriage? The Billionaire Heiress Has A Thousand Faces

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, he caught her knee, his hand sliding down

was laced with amusement

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lee stopped wasting her energy. She w

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her lips. "Rumors can't always be trusted. I expected you to

wer struggles within wealthy families. A man like Zachary might feign weakness

sary. And from everything she knew, Za

disability had no reason to fak

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berately. "I don't care who you are or what you want, but you are on the Harding

tion. As she spoke, she slid a scalpel from her bag

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suppose that makes sense. I'm a ca

awn, Zachary's baby brother. Does t

looded her head as she shoved him away with all her might, s

wl, ground out through clenched tee

ed onto the sofa, lit a ciga

roamed over her, slow and proprietar

gs don't work-he probably can't perform in b

handsome face and scoffed. "

"What wedding nights are