THE BILLIONAIRE'S RUNAWAY BRIDE

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a Laurent mansion. Somehow, now, sh

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time-and options. She handed o

y in return.

the key. She headed for

voice she dreaded.

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. He'd swapped his suit for a dark shirt and tro

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closer. "You're

numbers-anywhere but him.

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fore she could tell him not t

. "Do you stalk every woman y

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runaway bride from before. She looked like she was trying to disappear into her clothes. Cheap

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need your chari

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ped into the hallway, and she

sk. "How much did she pay?

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ing started w

staff. She didn't sleep well-the smallest noise made her shoot uprigh

me, and nobody sho

on clean clothes, a

. Within two hours, she'd juggled the reception schedule, fixed three bookin

d at her. "Where'

ned. "Here

ed. "You

polite smil

to

er to give up by noon. Instead, she looked like she

ident, even in he

g ordinary about

alked away, or at least tried

e lobby TV. Arabella carried a stack of

or the disappearance of Lauren

. On the screen was her face

year-old heiress is recovering from an emotio

hing around her tipped and blurre

oice behind her

e body t

mi

stood a few feet away, eyes

ed up-her face

r. Same eyes.

zation flickering there, not

dn't loo

en just stood at her side

aurent family has asked the public to report any

o her, and back. "You lo

files tight. "Lots

that

face him. "Are

o. Just... trying to

ha

powerful family in the country look exactly like the woman

art dr

t stoo

ther of them cared. Damien Devere

ut who she was, this fragile new start