The Runaway Wife's Secret Heir

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done. We controlled the ship

sing through my veins. It was a good day. The kind of d

phone. No tex

cold for a few days, sleeping on the far side of the bed, and

of the armored SUV.

the penthouse, the

there was the faint, chemical smell of turp

erile. Like a hotel room

lled out, loo

ans

as in its place. The cushions were fluffed.

s lif

tened in my gut. I wa

ade with mili

instantly to

re, glaring at me. Next to it was that damn p

ed up the ring. It was

her ri

g alone by the tree. Elara at her birthday dinner, sitting across from an

st. I tossed the album onto the bed

the do

pt

were gone. The canvases that usua

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ran into the room, h

arled, turning on hi

the office earlier, Boss. You saw her.

she had left behind and hurled it against the wal

looking bored. She scanned the em

t the doorframe. "Looks like your litt

," I war

olding a thick envelope.

This just arrived by co

elope from his han

out the d

of Di

ishment of Parental

ed the bottom

signature. Ele

ht next

igna

re myself. Yesterday. While I was looking a

to tilt. The a

signed an in

gned her

ed, the word sc

te stamp. It was f

d I had opened t