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Wild Heiress, Tamed Billionaire
When I called my husband while trapped in a kidnapper's warehouse, he laughed. "Stop faking," he said, "my delicate mistress needs her sleep." He hung up. I signed the divorce papers drenched in my own blood, giving up everything just to escape the monster I married. His mother threw a broken umbrella at me in the rain. I had nothing-no money, no identity, no hope. But the moment I turned away, eight black Escalades encircled the street. A man in a tailored suit stepped out of a Rolls-Royce, shielding me with an umbrella. In his hand was a DNA test-and twenty-three years of relentless search. "Your last name isn't Smith," he said, wiping blood from my wrist with his handkerchief. "It's Wilder. The Wilder family. And the man who left you to die?" He smiled, icy. "He owes us nine billion dollars."
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Mi vida era una lucha constante contra el hambre.
En el instituto, mi único sustento era un humillante "pacto" con Mateo, el chico rico: comida a cambio de mis tareas.
Me sentía una mendiga, una carga.
Una devastadora Nochebuena, mi propia madre me echó de casa, dejándome a la intemperie.
Vagué sin rumbo, el frío mordiéndome, hasta que Mateo me encontró, ofreciéndome cobijo temporal en su inmensa casa.
Por un momento, creí que había encontrado paz.
Pero la cruel realidad volvió: mi padre me secuestró para casarme forzosamente con un hombre mayor y saldar una deuda.
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El Sabor del Primer Bocadillo
Mi vida era una lucha constante contra el hambre. En el instituto, mi único sustento era un humillante "pacto" con Mateo, el chico rico: comida a cambio de mis tareas. Me sentía una mendiga, una carga. Una devastadora Nochebuena, mi propia madre me echó de casa, dejándome a la intemperie. Vagué
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