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Get the APPReturn Of The Vicious Billionaire Heiress
Chapter 8 Double Crush
he whispers. The crowd stared, horrified. This wo
in disgust, but her
e across Devin's suit, a
air as strips of expensive material f
s breadth from his skin, a demonstration of contro
Brioni suit was reduced to a pile of pat
l that was left was a pair of cartoon-print bo
e Devin, whose entire identity was built on im
the fight completely gone from him. His eyes
finished a mundane chore. She looked at the pale, terrified
r. She wasn't just a violent m
way, a tall figure descended th
ort. He had decided
and, but blood still seeped through, adding a d
aight to the whimpering pile
ards rushed to him, bowing their h
on Devin. "This is the h
ensive, custom-made leather shoe,
nch echoed in t
a raw, animal
ow, icy whisper in Devin's ear. "Sh
ight in any newspaper or on any blog, I promise you
ken by pain and terror, began to sob, banging his head on
y then did he turn to Adria, his expression a complex mi
ion of ownership. He was announcing to everyone,
e hated it. She had just escaped one cage;
d her, his tone that of a man
le stride. In one swift, shocking movement, he bent down, hooked an ar
. She had never expected su
fists against his broad, unyieldin
clamped around her legs. He glanced at the stunn
ing the struggling, cursing Adria, leaving behind
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