Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Brother

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could have destroyed him quietly. You didn't

gets skinned at midday, in front of everyone

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her chin, and she tried

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're walking out of here. What money are you plann

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ario's in the courtyard. He's refusing to sign th

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he door - bruised, gravel on

er wrote it into the trust himself! Every disputed asset between heirs gets settled the old way.

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now, blood in his teeth. "The abandoned coastal strip. If

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mine. And sh

her feet. "You don't get to gamble

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terrifying thing

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-black key fob. Crossed the rug and let it dr

Demario. At midnight, I'

rical laughter went on echoing down t

yton and grabbed his f

racing kills people! Why would y

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from hers, and she could feel the heat of his

derstand one thing," he said. "What I have

the loss of contact

ight," he said, walking for th