Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

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less orphan who had used grandfather Arthur Hamilton

d violence, isolation, and calculated neglec

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e arched doorway holding an umbrella, h

spered, his eyes lingering on her thin frame. "Mr. Hamilton is drinkin

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r temple against the cold window glass, watching the

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he guard straightened instantly

r. In the polished mirror walls, Gracie caught her reflection. Her

r. Down the hall, the crisp clinking of crystal flutes and the p

e tailcoat noticed h

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waiter's face. He quickly averted his eyes a

e executive lounge at

the half-open mahogany doors, a soft, coquett

York, this Colombian emerald brooch would be mine. You really kept your

and untouchable white moonlight-an identity b

responded with easy,

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harcoal suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and commanding presence. His stri

stainless carrier in her hands. H

up in person?" he demanded

ls spilled over her bare shoulders, and the emerald brooch pinned to her design

th fake innocence. "Chas, don't be so rough on her. Sh

le glance. She extended the carrier forward by hal

u and tangerine peel

lainable surge of suffocating irritation flared in

, unspoken longing. Now, she looked at him as though he

al handle of the carrier. His large, rough fing

touched skin,

ething utterly repulsive, Gracie violently yanked her hand back