His Loss, The Tycoon's Gain: The Lost Heiress Returns

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en bickered about their payout, giving her the p

and kicked her thigh. The impact

he laughed, blowing smoke into her face. "We grabbed you

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arms apart with every ounce of stren

he concrete, silent as a shadow, and reached the metal barrel. She sna

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's private number. Her heart hammered against h

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ou playing now, Kinsley?

mouth to muffle the sound. "I was taken. I am in a warehouse, maybe

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zero. "Are you out of your mind? Faking a kidnapping

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d. The dial tone

d reality of her three-year marriage settled into her stomach lik

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straight toward her hiding spot. She switched

ron pipe lying in the dirt. She gripp

per peered around

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sound echoing through the roo

switchblade from his p

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r the fallen wood and sprinted toward a

ing through the fabric of her

. She hit the muddy ground outside hard. Her ankle

d her veins. She

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rain poured down in sheets, soaking her c

ks and arms. Her lungs

w the faint yellow glow o

he slick, wet asphalt. Headlights pierced t

middle of the road