The Million-Dollar Revenge

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on the wall:

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nside me, a core of ice w

y. Every sing

ir plan, e

s, their casual cruelty

"didn't deserve" the money, ho

about the designe

discussing how to make

ith a smirk I now understood

out the first p

my movements pre

o more loving mother to

rev

the bedroom,

that fake smile plastered on his

oice even, betraying noth

touch felt like a spid

"Just need to pack

Brenda's off-key humming

the beautiful views

e right moments, my mind

The same stunning panor

m around me, ju

edge, Sarah. The v

ned on my waist

he exact