When Love Erased Me!
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e could be home any minute." Liam. My paralegal. I froze when I heard his next words: "He needs to know you're not some broodmare, Vicky. That pre
r seen, playfully fanning Liam with my inscribed first-edition Gatsby. "He' ll never know," Liam' s voice sneered. "He' s too wrapped up in his dusty old books to notice anything." Victoria
lete stranger. She was a manipulative stranger, plotting a future behind my back, mocking me with
ords echoed: "One time, Ethan. A clean break. If you ever need it." I needed it now, more than anything. I wat
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