The Billionaire's Stolen Angel: A Painful Return

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he was commenting on the weather. "Like rot

k, pulling her arms tight against her sides. She knew she

the driver, but his eyes were glued to the rea

arlen muttered, slou

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tie," she s

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gernails were rimmed with black dirt. The co

whispered. Her vo

rlen scoffed. He put his headphones on, but left

s sharp, violent. He reached back and snat

lled. "I was on

ifyingly calm. "You need to sit there and think about the fact th

ole onto the empty

Estelle. Pure, unadulterated hatred.

ed out. "Give it back to him. I don't mi

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ed to it," Arthur sa

yes and put both headpho

They were turnin

ne. Instead, there were trees. Huge, ancient oaks that lined the road like

pointed a manicured finger at the

er forehead again

from a storybook, was a house. No, not a house. An estate.

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back. He leaned forward, his voice low so

" he hissed. "You'

ass left a mark on her forehead. She looked at h