The Billionaire's Little Gold Digger

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arriage and my title as

to save was just five thousand dollars." I scoffed bitterly. If I had known the Wood family w

a wa

comforting hand

in the divorce. So stop sulking

roperties-my little compensati

slums while growing up, and

urrounded by New York's second-generation billionaires

was hot-witho

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stood up, only to stumble sligh

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," I muttered, trying to push her away, bu

Sia. Let's just

drunk, Jul

I freed myself and

me I got ther

you,

s always run away

a silhouette heading toward the corrido

ond thought,

to enter his room when I hurried forward, slipp

to stare at me, a deep

, but is that really important?

so damn hot-

nalyze just how big h

and honestly, I wouldn't mind

p, magnetic voice sending a t

tely m

ing his brows furrow as his gaze

y I can't mo

you happen to have a band-aid?" I ask

m, he grabbed my wrist,

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ed, a sinister smile tugging at hi

me, his body pres

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w his name. Or hi

me? Or can I just

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