A Billionaire's Second Chance

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lat voice delivering my death sentence-

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whose limp I pitied, whose medical bil

fter I finished with Ryan. We planned it all, you pathetic fool

t of my own idiocy. My billions bought me the most elaborate, painful death

my neck. I was on one knee, a diamond bracelet

aled my doom. The grand, public pr

imp. I knew they' d slept together less than an ho

be different. This time,