Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Boss

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, impatient. Faintly, in the background, she cou

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ng laughter. The sound was a wave of humiliation that washed over Asha, leavi

isten to where I am!" she screamed,

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warehouse. It was the sound of her hope dying. He hadn't just abandone

ed a nearby oil drum, the metal screeching against the concrete

reached into his jacket pocket. He pulled out

acing purr, "we can at least make her a little more... int

pulling against the ropes until they tore at her skin. A ra

her hair, yanking her head back u

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roat. It was bitter and chemical, burn

vision blurred, the single dim light splintering into a dozen dancing star

swallowed her whole was the sound of jejich c

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