My Husband, the Billionaire Killer

4: Abiga

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smile tugging at his us

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ting about recent events, art, and

lightly, "my mom always said, 'Attending events introd

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other in a sea of guests... Damien shoul

st wasn't important

way, forcing a smile as s

the table, her hand warm

t? And if Damien ever gives you trouble-" she shot

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squeezing Geneviev

atic sigh. "Wow. Betrayed. In

her more," Naomi

cracked a s

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felt restless. The quietness of the house - the stillness of it - was starting to feel a little too loud. Damien had stepp

est table to steady herself. A small gust of wind crept through the window Damien had cracked open ea

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en she

ink near the corner we

tched. She re

and told her was nothing. She hadn't opened it. Hadn't even asked again. But she'd noticed th

hallway. Still empty.

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with blood o

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the couch before her knees gave out. The letter rested in her lap. Her

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out like it had

mory. Familiar. A

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omi! We're goi

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so clear it gav

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shown this to he

ope, but she didn't put it down. She held it in her lap

ame a little

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