Married To my Billionaire Enemy

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. Sofia Laurent, Aiden's ex-fiancée, stepped onto the balcony, her desi

es, and eyes that gleamed with the kind of confidence only money could buy. But benea

ing my waist again. His grip was firm, possessive. I hated how

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gave me a slow, condescending once-ov

eyes narrow. "Funny, I was just thinking the same thing. Must

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because you won'

the distance between us,

ned up for it without knowing the rules.

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afraid of you

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