THE EX-WIFE HE NEVER DESERVED

Blak

?" I asked, lifting the

ss. "I'm not asking you to trust me.

than the majority of people. While Daniel was attempting to play the role of the devoted fiancé, he would take Elara to a certain kind of location. Even th

money is sufficient to justify

. Eli, you are a newcomer to this specific side of the city. But you have a sharp game.

a little bit. Nothing has changed. No dirt. A crisp. Similar to the mor

mething was standing behind his eyes. No suspicion at all. The desire to know more. I smiled as sweetly as I could, a techniq

nce. We pool our available resources. We engage in cross-promotion. Because of us, our competitors are una

sed his glass. I would not have

r that was still residing somewhere deep within my chest. This had nothing to do with money. I do not agree. It is not e

. Eli Blake was someone I wanted him to perceive as calm, calculated, and detached. Th

have met," he eventually said, l

hem were bo

r me,

. It is not true. You continu

"Yet you continue

a for this evening, this gathering, and this partnership. For my setup. This is

ras flashed. The press did not follow. On the other hand, someone observed. I was awa

w," Daniel said as his driver opened the c

d. "Can

ou cause me to think of someone else. It h

head. "Someo

re. Then, at long last, he entered the ve

tood across the street, half in shadow, holding a phone to her ear. Her eyes met mine

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reater depths than

providing her w

liance. This was a standard set of terms. It is too typical. To trick me into thinkin

he entered the room. You will receive a

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