A Deal With My Billionaire Husband

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d home the previous night after he had told me 'Go home, we'l

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annoy him further, maybe if I was complacent enough he wouldn't ha

on and the moment I reached there I froze, stopping dead in my

fect to cushion the blow from the contents of the white envelope. Right there, on the envelope was my nam

d my clothes, throwing on a simple jean and an oversized sweater to cover the areas that I was beginning to fill up and I went to Dante's company. I walked briskly inside, avoiding eyes with an

slimy voice I always heard when I called him at work, skinny, tall

ile I tried to walk in wit

ng to give her half my attention, because the

I could take a message" she rang in

h me in her 6 feet inch shoes, I flung the door open, my mouth fell open and I paused in my

long – haired woman with striking eyes as she turned

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ith anger, a certain darkness hovering over them that I shivered a little

thundered, walking towards me and I

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he grabbed me by arm and pulled me out of his office and down the winding corridor until w

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u know what it doesn't matter. I'm divorcing you, the love of my li

n alliance deal" I tried to emphasize but it looked

l be needing an alliance deal and I'm ready to pay the cost" which was true because my father's mafia

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with you. Look at you, you used to be a dancer, you've let yourself go – you're no lon

hole in my chest and I felt the painful sting of tears hit my e

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