When Hearts Emerge: The Merciless Mafia Boss Wants Me Back

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ed from the other side. "Consider yourself lucky. Mr. Clark doesn't notice many women

, leaving Eleanor i

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felt oddly impersonal, like a space designed

or turned to see Andreas step out, steam cur

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ly to discard them when they were most vulnerabl

one man she'd walked away from years

ce cut through her though

s seated on the edge of the bed,

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nd laced with an unsettling calm

ebrow, his tone edged with a touch of impatie

ing the faint glint of mocker

sked, his voice carryi

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flickering in her eyes as she t

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Andreas

stance, his hand slipping around Eleanor's w

ll back, but his ho

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sharp and unreadable. "Alright, let's play along with you

as she recognized the

d already cast his judgment. To him, she

rther, Andreas moved in close, silencing

led her pants down and to