The Billionaire Broken Heiress
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rystal like frozen tears. I moved through the crowd with practiced ease, smiling at strange
t. Orphan. No
ful woman in a room
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eared at my elbow, hand extended. "Richard Chen. I he
alk, nodded in the right pl
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the one face
him, my heart
things that probably weren't funny. He looked older sharper somehow, like someone had t
s still beauti
st more than most people's rent. Presence that made every
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ing flickered behind those gray eyes recognition, may
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walking. Not toward me. Not away. Just... moving through the crowd w
inst my throat and i
nd. Disappear into the cr
here for th
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r. He smelled like heaven, he was the kind of man who'd learne
eting for the first time. Like his fingerprints weren't s
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ured. "I thought
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fused with someone el
of my wrist just once, deli
quietly. "I do
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n't a question, it soun
think t
each his eyes. "After all, I'd hate for Ms. Sinclai
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it. I
not to think about the last time we'd been this close. The last time
shoulder. We moved together like our bod
y. Just for me. "That's a lo
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w wh
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g back just enough to look at me, "I'm the o
ning to smoke, burning with
u're going to stop pretending. You're going t
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going to