Breaking The Script: My Billionaire Husband

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led out a pair of oversized, black Tom Ford sunglasses, and slid them onto her face. The dark

directly at her face. The live feed was still running, capturing the beh

question, his voice flat and impersonal from behind the lens: "Justina, the chat is going crazy. They want to know... looking at a

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hot metal of the SUV and looked

sarcasm. "Look at him. He belongs in the Metropoli

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from her. The physical proximity was overwhelming. The scent of his colo

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to her ears. Her heart hammered against

re, and scrambled into the back seat of the SUV. She slid all the

s head and shot one final, freezing glare at the camer

up most of the space. He grabbed the door hand

ting off the cameras and sealing

rom the curb, heading towar

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