The Divorced Psychic's Spectacular Comeback

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to help Sloane track down a target, and she had persona

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The cold liquid burned down her throat, masking the brie

Elen

Her heels slammed against the hardwood floor,

r glass down

eavy. The bass from the music inside hit El

ront of them. He opened his m

American Express card

on vanished. He plastered on a

ough the smoke, flashing across Elena's pale face. She hated thi

t the music or the crowd. She he

behind her, h

crashed open. A woman screamed inside. Sloane lunged

pped in t

through the half-open double doors of the adjacent luxury suite, roo

and be

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The muscles in her abdomen

tely ignored every single message, claiming through his a

half-open door of room

ter of the plush leather

in a shimmering designer dress. K

g a mouthful of expensive red wine between her lips. Andrew leaned down, pressing his mouth dir

ucous cheers and vulgar whistling

uple drinks!" one of his rich frien

care about that Appalachian hillbilly you married? So what if Elena is the biological Frank family daughter who grew up in s

y doesn't mean she belongs here. She actually thought she could steal Andrew right ou

to the stomach. Her entire body shook wit

ay she stole him? Two years ago, when the Frank family found her and brought her back from the mountains, it was Andrew who had

om scratch, ironing his expensive shirts, and silently swallowing the daily,

birth, stolen her wealthy parents' love, and robbed her of twenty years of luxury-ret

welled in her eyes. "Andrew, stop," she pouted, resting her head against his chest. "I feel so guil

, wiping the wine from Kaitlynn's c

voice slicing straight into Elena's chest. "She's dirty, uneducated,

clearly saw the corner of Kaitlynn's mouth

stroking Kaitlynn's hair. "The lawyers are drafting the divorce papers right now. Next week, that use

throat closed up with p

forced air into her lungs

the years of foolish devotion were comp

r foot and kicked the heavy double doors of ro

She stood there, completely expressionless, her au

d in his eyes for a fraction of a second. Then, his jaw cl

c of his suit jacket like a terrified, helpless child. But her eyes, st

uffs and glared at El

" he snapped loudly. "Are you stal

ut a short,

with red wine, then at Kaitlynn

r voice flat and loud enough to cut through the entire club, "you could