My Unwanted Wife Is A Top Assassin

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k. A woman in a white dress that was far

f the bridesmaids, dressed in a pale gold gown that highlighted her slim f

yes doing a quick, dismissive scan. "Who would have thou

cked in, analyzing the micro-expressions. The slight tremor in the corner of Hephzib

hzibah announced, waving a dismissive han

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, her voice dripping with false sincerity. "Let

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the altar. Turn the sham wedding into a complete circu

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ssed her cousin's face. "Of course,

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phzibah's wrist like a steel clamp. The motion wa

escaping her lips. The powder puf

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ll warmth. "A gift this nice," she said, her voice a low, chilling

he powder puff with her other hand and, before her cousin could scream, pressed it firmly

perance, swept in with a gaggle of other relatives

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ing a whimpering Hephzibah's wrist, her face

d. She began clawing at Eliza's arm. "You ungrateful lunatic! How

ged her face into an expression of fear and confusio

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the room. "Violent." "Trash." "

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of security, who had been drawn by th

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nt of her wedding dress. When she looked up, every person in the room was staring a

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