The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

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osite end of the table, five meters away. T

heavy, pure sterling silver. It

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lowered the newspaper. The rustle of

ked. His voice carried effo

rk, her hand trembling. She tried to cut a piece, bu

the newspaper

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chef. Pierre was wringin

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guards materialized from the shadows of th

they dragged him backw

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"the trust that pays for your Aunt Meredith's care will find

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and fork. She cut a larg

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n resting on his hand. He lo

e: Your actions have costs.

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from her chair. She ran to the nearest decorative