Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

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e he had aged ten years in a single week. His skin was gray. The massive oak

bbing loudly. When she heard the door click shut, her head snapped

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er mother's hands away and walked over to

unfocused. "The company accounts were frozen an hour ago

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breath out of her. Her knees went weak. She stumbled backward. Her

. The glass shade shattered into dozens of pieces. The sound echoed in

the broken glass. She wrapped her arms around Eloise

ace against Eloise's knees. "Please save us. We

at her father, who looked like a ghost waiting to die. The wall

tears slid down her cheeks, d

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lack business card with gold foil lettering. It only h

d Mr. Clarke is unsatisfied with tonight's negotiation. However, he is willing to give you an opportunity to p

k paper was sharp. It sliced a tiny cut into the pad of her index

round and walked out of the study, moving

he second floor. She walked into her bedroo

y and stared at the mirror. The moonlight coming through the fl

air, was her script for The Mist. It was covered

est. She squeezed her eyes shut. The tears came fast and hard now, soaking the thick paper. She thought ab

the dark room. It was a text from Sloane: Don't fo

words. Christian's voice echo

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eypad. Her hand shook so badly she almost dropped the

ful. She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed the g

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