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The Fallen Heiress's Debt to the Billionaire

Chapter 8 8

Word Count: 538    |    Released on: Today at 17:50

she hit the cold tile floor. She put her

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a war zone. Her lip was swollen to twice its size. He

plashed cold water on her fa

torn dress. She needed to pu

ipper. Barnett had ripped it. The torn fabric had snagged on the m

re slippery with sweat and water

," she w

he knot tightened. I

he mirror. A sharp pain shot through her sh

again. A

inutes

he was trapped in the

d a hand over her mouth, but the dam broke. She cr

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itt's voice came

She wiped her

a minute," sh

oor, or I'm

can

beside the bathroom, swung it open on a hidden hinge, and retrieved a maste

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there. He l

is tak

sto

er back was to him. She was clutchin

ck was

covered i

welt across her ribs. And angry red ch

-women who let things get rough to drive up the price or satisfy a client's depraved tastes. It was just ano

st away, to hide her

't l

bathroom. The space su

on her shoulders. He didn't squ

d. His voice was diff

was pulled so tight the fa

under his hands. H

off," she whispe

t the bruises a

t," he

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