The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Return

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g tip of a cigarette. Butler sat on the edge of the leather s

ribs. She gripped the plastic pregnancy test in her right ha

ard. Her heels sank

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took another drag

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eyes locked onto hers. They were co

from her trembling fingers. He

laugh ripped f

ller than her. The air in the room

ovement was so violent that his heavy signet ring caught her cheek. The me

touched her face. Her

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physical blow to the st

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His large hand shot out and gripped her jaw. His fi

her face. Tears

ed. His jaw ticked. The muscles

spilled over her eyelashes and ran d

disgust. He let go of her jaw

pulled out two thick stacks of paper. He slammed them dow

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Her stomach dropped. B

t. The second was a medical consent form

. She stared at the words

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he said. His voic

er chest caved in. The hope inside her

Her hand shook violently. She signed her name

nt form. She gripped the edges and ri

es into the air. They fell

kened. A muscle j

he barked tow

massive bodyguards in black

He turned his back to her and walked toward th

leonora's arms. Their gr

he screamed. She dug he

ouse. She fought, kicking and thr

tor. The doors slid shut, cutt

into the back seat of a black L

ed with a loud click. Th

e tinted window. She watched the pent

Panic clawed at her throat

lumped against the leather seat. She slipped her tr

ound her spar

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deways. The phone slipped from her sweaty fingers. I

ssenger seat turned his

he wrapped her arms around her stoma

rd turned b

f Manhattan blurred as they drove. She placed a hand over her flat stomach.

in the underground parking g

er out. The harsh smell of bleach and ant

elevator. The doors opened o

ezing hospital room. The door slamm

was sealed shut. Thick reinforced glass. No ha

as tr

on the do

ears. She grabbed the heavy metal IV pole next

or swu

n't a

custom-tailored trench coat and red-bottome

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behind her, the electronic lock engaging from

demanded. Her grip on the IV pole

out and yanked the IV pole from Eleonora's hands. She

xpensive perfume mixed with

hispered. "Did you really think he

raised her hand to slap the

yguard stepped out from the bathroom. He grabbed El

ed, but she coul