Revenge Of The Hidden Heiress

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tically singing when she came on

d. "Everythin

dumb. The wedding night, of course! S

the bridge of h

d he walk into the room all intense and broody? Like one of those powerful CEOs in my romance books? Did he grab yo

inst her temple. "Sarah, you h

throw you on

ped. Her patience wa

"Oh my God. You're blushing, aren't you? Ma

what kind of friend did she

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ent and then asked in a terse to

rah. He came in drunk, collapsed on the bed and passed out. When I

y silence on the

all its playfulness this time arou

that surprising. He told me before the wedding that this ma

nt? So what? He's just going to igno

d her forehe

marriage is? That it's just a contract

ah,

ie. I hate that this is happening to you. And I h

as her fingers tight

s hit too cl

"You want love, Sarah, because you had it. Your father adored yo

throat tightened while she said

gned for a

ke it and began with a

mpty smile. "So maybe I'm n

s not

closed

ently. "To be touched and to be looked at

e's throat as she list

to these words. She couldn't let these words

. "Sarah, I can't

haled. "

id, "It's done. The wedding happened. I'm here now.

d then reluctantly,

s rising in her chest and said in a terse

he said, "Alright. But M

ponse before she qui

rled into herself by wrapping her arms around her body as if