The Hidden Heiress: Divorcing Her Ruthless CEO

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past his broad shoulders at Catina, who was poking her

mediately, covering her lower stomach

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wed the metallic taste of blood in he

zero interest in your

d and dragged her heavy legs toward the elevator

ws furrowing slightly, before he turned back

cab, where the radio was playing gossip news about Upper East Side so

to the radio host praise the fallen Marsh family, and hot tears

o the Cohen family coastal estate, which sat i

a single light left on in the living room, the darkness

second floor, walked into the cold master bedroom she lived in

nd she curled up beneath the covers, sinking into res

ing off echoed from downstairs, followed by

glancing at the digital clock on the nightst

rboards echoed in the hallway, pausing briefly outside the master be

ing floor in her bare feet, pulled on a silk robe, a

out a thin line of warm yellow light along with

e huge floor-to-ceiling window, his custom tie yanked loos

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aced both hands on the cold wooden s

he morning because that woman

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short, mocking l

er right onto an OB-GYN exam table

rode to the desk, slamming both hand

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make me sick to my st

d shot out to grab Barbara's chin w

forget your place, you're nothin

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e, a flash of shoc

hat nonsense are

ack, pointing at the bloody gauze on her fo

hicago skidded off the runway an

uises covering her skin, and for the first time

t thinking and reached out his han

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ach with a cold laugh, looking

ile you were busy listening to a fetal

, with only the antique wall clo

, his face pale and his throat moving