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He Chose A Fake Heir Over His True Wife

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 1107    |    Released on: 25/12/2025

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indowless warehouse where the Family stored the ma

o be our

ng a bottle of vintage Barolo while admi

ut provenance, the l

about beauty, the

ld where the titles dropped away

mory, I went there on

silent beauty to drown out

in the sec

ssed, the pneumatic sea

lked

hen I

were

and

17th-century Renaissance c

one of Alex's w

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as la

f the high ceilings

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