Betrayed By Love: The Genius's Revenge

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unnerved her. To cover her sudden spike of anxiety, Martha raised her

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rself up slowly. Her joints ached from the dampness, but sh

voice was raspy from disuse, but steady. "Yo

led out a crisp, white document. The red stamp of

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onight. You will get on your knees in front of three hundred Wall Street ex

smelled of expensive c

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