The Secret Billionaire's Obsessive Love Trap

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he top drawer and pulled out a plain, cheap-looking business card. It had no corp

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jolted Ala

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brated again

, pressing it to her ear as sh

is Nurse Davis from St. Ann's. Your mother's vitals just dropped. We need

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up a heavy, encrypted black smart

wered instantly

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said. "They belong to Fred Porter. He

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softly. The name taste

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for me," Kyle commanded. "M

s,

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ding toward Brooklyn. The air was stale and smelled of wet woo

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cold fingers brushed against the stiff

d black suit from the closet. He picked up the small velvet box on the de

he lid. The