The Monte Cristo Heiress
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. "She's a tal
hat? Finding a new sugar dadd
s crude, desi
er in Nate' s eyes, bu
ve," Nate said,
b challenged, s
towards Nate, towards the small
unexpected pain in his ey
r, quickly mask
and sharp, for
s hand, lacing my
ney," I said, my voice loud
sed Nate, a deliber
der, I saw Julian
k faltered. L
but pleased, d
d brightly at him, ignoring
e. "I'm suddenly in the mood t
s face tight with anger. "
king Julian' s path to me
to do?" Julian snapped, his gaze
said calmly, but with an edge t
harder than any phy
asy glances. This wasn't go
Or you were just the only one ava
bets on people's hearts,"
he color drainin
lly looke
the argument was star
e looking,
of discomfort, the feel
e low and venomous, directed at me. "You,
ually low. "Better than someone who actually res
o answer
yes filled with a mixture of anger, confusion, an
eb muttered, but his usual confi
eath," I said, turn
leaving the trio standing amidst my scattered
, I starte
n had been too st
mall things, inconsistencies in his stories abou
creep in, a suspicio
cidentally" showing up wherever Nate and I were,
affected. He' d look at me with suc
e approached me
oice soft, "are you r
as with any of you," I
... I miss you,
ing bag, you mean,"
nsettling, but I couldn't
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