I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

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aid coldly, hanging up befor

ollapsed into the backseat, like someone br

s get this

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rage left in my blood-while the old Mira, desperate

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didn't welcome anyone who couldn't afford a BMW. No subway stops.

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the living room, I co

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flatly. "That's

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. Turned around slowly, letting

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my chest-like they'd torn i

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to explode.

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