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

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said, his voice breaking slight

ugh. "I grew up in the foster

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and-me-downs, and enduring the absolute worst

ted like dirt by Joaquin and his mot

cosmic mistake? A suffocating wave of delayed grief and profound

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. He saw the torn fabric of her ja

d. A terrifying, murderous

ench coat and wrapped it tightly around her

to take her broken suitcase. She fli

d. He stepped forward and gently took t

lls-Royce and guided her int

d out of Manhattan, heading

rk. They cleaned her bleeding wrists with antiseptic and wrapped

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through massive iron gates and enter

a palace. Two private jets sa

d butler, stood on a red carpet f

carpet, a beautiful woman in a s

hrew her arms around Kinsley, burying her

tood behind her, wipi

and hall. Her brothers. Benne

the brothers, saw the

ght and charismatic,

tantrum. Instead, a terrifying,

ge. "Find out exactly whose fingerprints are on her," Carter said, his voice dropping to a chilling, razor-shar

st him. He scooped her up into his arms effortlessly.

y, the tension holding her body together finally snapped.

e butler. "Lock down the estate. Prepa

watched the scene. She was the adopted daughter. Her perfectly m