Betrayed Heiress: My Husband's Deadly Mistake

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to you. I'm hosting a private celebration tonight. Just close friends and family. A

dest holdings, a relic from the days when bodies wer

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there," I

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my hands against it. The surface

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inated by warm, golden lights. A crowd of people stood there,

ians and socialites who leeched off the Vancin

m was wrapped possessi

her body like a second skin, looking healthy, vibrant, and utterly crue

t of the glass cage. His voice boomed through the

"You said you were hot yesterday. I t

a jagged, ugly sound, sc

ing on the thick glass until my knuckle

he glass, his eyes dea

cket to the trust fund. And now that your fath

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ingly so-the calm before a massacre. "Keep the line open

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a man standing by

up the part