The Scorned Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity

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exactly as Nana had left it. A half-finished knitting project s

sh over her, but she pushed it down. She

energy. She checked the trash can in the kitc

the landline phone sat. The answering machine

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to discuss Evangeline's future. It would be a shame i

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opened the door a crac

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big for the room, his presence filling the space. He scanne

iffton asked, pointi

ar crash when I was a baby.

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s cap, running a hand through his hair

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, knowing smile. "Blood tells, Ms. W

a sleek business card. It was heavy, black

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e table, his hand brushed against the hairbrush. In a movement too

the door b

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