THE BILLIONAIRE'S LADY REVENGER

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's been since I wa

e, since I was transformed, reformulated, and no longer the d

o longer Amanda Romanus, the unim

thing els

e sharpness of my features. My former-dull eyes now carry something i

ing me in this moment. The gown boldly embraces my curves with ivory satin, w

flows into a train that poo

ding

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ess, anchoring myself to the realism of what I'm about to do. The woman in the

and the memory st

slid off. Then, firm arms, lifting me, carrying me through the flames. A deep voice,

el's home. He had rescued m

transfo

amaged, dealt with as if my presence was an inconvenience, and for some reason, that made him act. He ref

am returnin

Ava's wed

d to be the day

ave new

the door dr

le wrinkles from my robe. My pu

I say, my

s, and Gabrie

te, he spe

ay it hugs my body. The contrast of ivory against my black hair, which i

s if finding words he re

ually, a si

is jaw stiffens. He lets out thro

wanted to say. But Gabriel doe

ns. "You're actually go

tare, determ

e crisp white shirt underneath unbuttoned just enough to hint at the rich skin beneath. He looks like power, li

is low and calculated. "I don't think

dy," I oppose, walking c

, but I don't miss the

ens, but the steel beneath it stands. "Thi

n his chee

nt, he spe

h

making a

ly, examining him. "

mething incomprehensibl

between us. "You saved me before," I mutter,

s, so soft I

break ey

en us swells, charged with

h

ng a hand through

omething else-something about

ize I'

he phrase strapped wi

t smile cur

, drinking in the sight of myself-the woman who is abo

e. I feel his gaze

h

is tone is ge

tu

s out h

fingers brushing, his w

goes down

a quiet, deliberate march toward the

tside. The black limousine glows

ks shut; I breathe softly,

ware of wh

me, silent, tapping h

m, my voice

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ls off, a storm br

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