His Bet, Her Heist: A Calculated Romance

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wouldn't have to worry. I thought of the crushing weight of our bills. Ethan Vanderbilt, with his

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led milk. She' d corner Ethan in the hallways, her voice a low hiss, bu

s I already understood. He was a means to an end, a very valuable one. He thought he was reeling me in. He had no idea I was the one holding the line. My dad' s