The Broken Heiress And Her Possessive Tycoon

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ing, panoramic view of Central Park and the entire New York City skyline. The park was a perfect

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ace, a news report flashed on a giant, paper-thin television sc

id. "...the latest move by Velez Group CEO, Auste

tanding a few feet away from her, his cold profile as sharp as it was in real life.

low to her. Velez. And

fear and hatred in his heart. That ruthless busin

uddenly raised her head, h

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e as hard as granite. "Yes, I'm still wondering when you'll discove

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en, then at the man who w

chance to catch her breath. At the same time, she beg

s company, her home, and her entire future. This

nemy of Giles is lik

is her on

e was livin

Byers stared at his computer screen-a system notification confirming Ana G

as deactivated, her email access revoked. Everyone in

nding a coffee cup flying. Ana was gone-and with her, the backbone of his

s dread settle