The Fallen Heiress's Debt to the Billionaire

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was barely a whisper. She didn't r

hing expensive and liked breaking it. He reached up and grabbed her chin, his

the Image Rehabilitation Agreement? You signed it. You agre

would vomit. If she fought him, he would make the call. Her father was sitting in a federal penitentiary in upst

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the old Felicity, the one who threw champagne in people's faces

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him. Her eyes were dry. They felt like sand. She looke

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vintage silk, worth more than most people's cars. He tore it

up to cover her chest. The air i

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e Upper East Side?" he hissed. "You're not

he door control panel. The window motor whirred. The g

om the garage rushed in. It was the

reached over her

ion glass and jabbed the intercom butt

, hot and stinging. She squeezed her eyes shut. She tried to dissociate. Madame Rouge ha

her hair. He yan

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through the tinted glass of the rear windshield and illuminated everything. The t

threw his hand up

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silhouette of a car. It was low. Sleek. A predator in the dark. The doo