Betrayed For A Fake Heir: The Wife's Exit

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army of movers who were hauling boxes stamped w

bowl of strawberries. She offered me a

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word hang in the air,

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or the best, Dante. She's clearly unsta

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e low and dangerous. "You don't get to

ad bruised yesterday. I didn't flinch. I didn't blink. I simply

o go out,

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from

the door. He followed me, just as he alwa

ne leaving no room for argument.

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l slap, cold and unforgiving. I stepped onto the

ted, already shifting

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ntil my bones shook and my tee

o find the heavy doors locked for the nigh

ing up. My head swam in a dizzying haze, and my thro

up the stairs to

m-now converted into Mia'

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ding Goodn

all, sliding down as m

her woman's belly while I lay on the floor, shivering

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