My life as the billionaire's wife

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oney," Smith s

ind the money he kept in his drawer, goe

oma

old fool?" he

atty" h

coming out from the

l Thomas for m

ld he be"

goods you asked him to get f

at's tr

s house after I left for

as about that time, you left that he

eave with a file

s daughter, who came to help him wa

he says in rage

you took from my draw

fusion all over his face and w

money are you talk

u askin

u don't know what I'm talking a

d the rest of your life in

w before, I treat you like the cri

wouldn't be the one to steal that, prayed messily in her heart for

misplaced the money

opinion in this matter, you spoilt bra

len anyone's property before in my life

ng me a liar, rig

at walked into this house,

ight" With a cracke

the document I left on

ed good dollars in

oney," Mr Smith says pointi

me, that I don't know how or where I kee

be joking

effortlessly for mercy, but

or the rest of your life, if you don

ake it, Temper justice

anding on his cheek

ou think your crocodile t

d never take your money" Ja

th into this," Mr Smith says t

tter provide my money o

already been l

's eyes were bloodshot. His eye

it on the floor, right to where Thomas k

our family, you have the guts

in between his tears, his hands on to

u return the money you stole, you

and prayed for my fath

eek and I didn't realize tha

teal from anybody," I

r isn't a thief,"

d I asked myself why the day dec

two conditions,

creamed relief with a tinge of fear dancing around his cribs

anyt

d the rest of your miserable life

pointedly at the floor like it held all the answers

her, who suddenly becam

ant someone like me? What was his

sity. I began to study the man before me, hoping that I cou

ked, breaking the uncomfortable silence

child. I-I-I mean is there n

t before stealing from me. Mr Smith sh

spend the rest of your life in jail, and considering the connec

ent of all these allegat

way then", M

He growled and in response, Collins ran into th

r and picked him up as if he we

and my head ached with an intensity of a million

ose of Mr Smith, on

ai