The Billionaire's Acting Wife

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umbled and quickly headed upstairs

behind me, I exhaled deeply,

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growing inside me. A mix of emotions swirled inside my heart

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up on the bed, my

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had I bee

evening

drowsiness. The room was dimly lit, the only source of light

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the door pulled me

deep voice called f

tated.

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said, his tone softer th

smile. "Yeah, I

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a beat. Did he

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You should take care of yourself, Mirabel.

and looked away.

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