His Contract Bride, The Real Heiress

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of silver against china and the ticking of a grandfather

l. She watched it with the intensi

s jeans and t-shirt with her fork. "It's an eyesore. We have a dress code in this house,

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y, Victoria sneered. "I won't have you e

anted to see this. He wanted to see if the girl had a breaking point.

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ked at Victoria, then at the m

gently. "Buy something ni

g fingers, whispering a thank you

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of puce that clashed with her d

a napkin. Just then, a vibra

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took a sip of her black coffe