The Unwanted Mistress Becomes The Rival's Queen

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pell

blinking as if waking

pouting. "Aaron and I eloped. I just want t

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dress," Damien said, but h

er stomach. "For the baby? I wa

hed and lo

that used to make my knees weak. "It's just a d

ked a

n who was supposed

it," I

room, unzipped the dress, an

gown. It was too tight, straining at the se

ed me, smirking in the refle

"Help her, Estelle.

over be

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s," I whispered so

s met mine i

he Queen," she

d the heavy iron rack of mannequ

hard, losing

!" she

fifty pounds of metal

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himself acro

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the falling metal, shielding her body with

rack cras

t hit th

hit

to my shoulder and ribs

ight pinning me to

loded in my chest,

bris, gasping, tastin

ing Vivian, checking her

d it hit the stom

n wailed, burying h

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up and ran to

n't lo

heck the pi

the floor, watching his back di