The Fake Blind Bride's Sweet Revenge

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ouse directly above her marital home; he had spent years holding the memory of her late father like a burning coal in his chest.

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in a single, fluid motion, pulling her flush against the broad expanse of his chest. The in

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her small, blood-stained fingers gripping the lapels of his expensi

awline. "Lock the door. I have a hundred-billion-dollar acquisitio