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sucked in a v
m, unfamiliar ceiling. Her fingers immediately curled inward, her short nai
t life-the crushing weight of a failing body
ffocating under the weight of a family that devoured her. She didn't have time to wallow in the trauma of the pa
rile glow of Manhattan streetlights filtering through floor-to-ceil
enthouse of the CEO of
hadows. The skin was tight, smooth, and completely d
eighte
r stopped abruptly in the
. The rhythm was so fast it made her th
om designer wedding dress lay in a d
silent room. The frosted glass
lhouette stepped into the d
r slid down the sharp, unforgiving line of his jaw, tracing the thick mus
topped b
Donn Sharpe, the man she h
e ruthless tech mogul. The man who woul
with a hungry, desperate envy. Cortney must have found a way to swap the grooms. A wild, chilling thought flashed through Gidget's mind-could Cortney have also returned from the
hair. He didn't even look at her. His face was a mask of pure, u
ned to this family. If she wanted to survive the c
off the
hardwood floor. The sudden cold
d-stride. He turned his head slightly, his dark
three quick steps. She planted herse
flicker of deep annoyance tigh
ht into his pitch-black eyes. Her stomach twis
lk lapels of his robe. She gripped the fabric s
. The muscles beneath the silk turned
large palms pressing against
e. She pulled herself for
her lips a
teeth collided hard with his bottom lip. A sharp, met
ng shoved h
ling. Her heel caught on the edge of
is mouth. A smear of red stained his skin.
say a si
tailored suit jacket off the back of t
behind him. The sound echoed like a
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