From Trash To Treasure: Masked Heiress

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d who had saved his life five years ago. He had l

the Lancaster heir,"

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on an open anatomy textbook. Her hand still

on wo

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tuffed animals, and romance novels on the shelves. But on the

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in his side was sharp, b

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he bed and looked down at him

s of it. An

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ang downstairs

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ed to the window and pe

, her fiancé, was there with his parents. And Cleora,

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