Trapped by the Devilish King

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ast: "Well, since this was all clearly a misu

had fully convinced her of one thing-this guy was insanely strong. Even if she ran, she'd be

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done horseback riding for years-her legs might look slim, but the

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ghtly hoarse from when she'd been crying to Camila earlier:

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she'd just waltzed into the wrong

the presidential suite. That place is exclusive, like, VIP-only territo

want to drag Kendall into this mess, so she quickly denie

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