Contract Marriage With My Billionaire Boss

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strong. Fo

wasting your life on me, Venus. You're only twenty-two. Y

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my eyes. The man hadn't vis

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nd him again-but I stood. "I have to

every day, sweetheart.

her. "I'm your daughter.

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ossible deadlines, inhuman workload, cold stares that could freeze hell itself. And ye

quit,

ason my mother has a bed in a hospital and not a floor in a rundown clinic. I have

steel-and-glass building I now called hel

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me

than usual. "Good morning, Mr

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