The Discarded Fiancée Makes Her Comeback

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in, faded olive jacket. She narrowed her slate-blue eyes against the harsh afternoon sun. The ai

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arl. The Hopkins family driver. Carl was Gaye's man, hired long after Eleanor's death, and his loyalty was entirely bought by

ragged Louis Vuitton suitcases over th

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the blonde whispered to her friend

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er head a fraction of an inch. She raised h

the target. There was no anger in her slate-blue eyes. There was no humanity. It was the calcula

smirk

lt too thick to breathe. His stomach dropped, twisting into a cold, hard

in his hand be

oe. He didn't even notice the burn. Carl instinctively took a half-step ba

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re he could process the humiliation. His tremblin

expectedly heavy thud that made the chassis vibrate slightly. She slid into

forehead with the back of his sleeve. He

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