The Billionaire's Stand-in Wife

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cided to move. She picked up the projector. Heavy. S

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and pulled the c

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night chill with him. He paused at the entrance, lookin

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felt his heat through the silk sheets. His

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d her eyelid

humb traced her jaw.

smile. "The wind.

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ath. His lips pressed her forehead

est where his heart beat strong and steady and false. She

n her side. Pause

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s from the oak tree

she whispered. "

kissed her temple, and reached

d him through

at it. Didn't touch it. Just scrolled through emails

and planned how to