The Billionaire's Contracted Wife

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f nightmares still haunt me. The sweat rolled down from my head. I looke

and walk in front of the mirror. I splash some cold wat

, time, or money to go to a psychologist. The night mares reduced for some t

my self that I am a badass bitch

a dog walker. But, the most important one is at Harley's. I work as a waitress there. I photographed so

xpensive university to learn designing any more. So, I just learn my self at home b

s to eat as my breakfast. I broke one of them in to tiny little pieces and gave it to the c

wanted to keep her to myself but I can not afford the expense of a cat right now. So

t my fellow coworkers and start

the clock hits seven. Seven to E

easy food as the place started

busy and broke not to mention, I can not keep spending m

ince I was merely fo

a lot in maturity. I was so naïve and stupid back then. I could have tr

nd buy food. Which by the way is pending from

the fashion institutions expenses in Paris. I wanted to

me. I was surprised and shocked to hear that Mr. Morgan is here

t his usual place. So, I looked at the waitress that info

currence as Taylor never sits on

. One of my very favorite people on this planet. Every one

are very absurd. As I was heading towards Taylor. I received some glanc

Taylor. Well, whoever he is, he is mighty fine. Damn it, Stella sto

his handsome man. He is the closest thing to perfect

. I was surprised to him here that is all. I remember the few pho

have we

so I spotted out the first thought that came to my mind. I exclaimed

one of his eye brows perched up to his hairline. Ugh, he is arrogant! I can sense

d, with a strange ex

m as if I am contemplating what to say. Bu

ent that that I wanted to melt off. Flawlessly trimmed brown hair, and a perfectly centered long, narrow nose. H

most attractive man that I have ever seen, I can not just dro

t, cause if we are racing

s bastard is. Even thought

y – ‘you can never fo

. I didn’

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