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ckless black velvet couture gown Dante's assistant had delivered, looking completely out of place on the graffiti-covered street. A black bu

he car merged into the Manhattan night traffic, she stared at the passing neon lights, rehearsing how to handle whatever waited for her tonight.

walked up the marble steps in her stilettos. Just as she reached the carved glass doors, a wealthy woman in a fur coat stopped dead

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nto the bottom of her stomach like a heavy stone. She remembered the way Dante sometimes stared through her in the penthouse, as if looking at someone else entirely. Pu

d immediately spotted the man sitting in the center of the black leather sofa. Dante Hopkins wore a dark shirt open at the collar, holding a glass of whiskey on the rocks as he

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stand up. Instead, he reached out, gripped her wrist, and pulled her down onto the sofa beside him. Aurora let out a soft gasp as she lost her bal

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ora lowered her eyelashes, sitting quietly as a pretty, nameless ornament while the burning cramp in her stomach worsened. Just as the conversation in the room picked back up, t