My Money, His Mistress

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were waiting

rd, her eyes filled with concern. "Sarah,

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ce gruff but warm. He hugged me, then scoope

her new room, a princess fantasy my mother

life, Sarah," he said, swirling brandy i

me. An anonymous investment, channeled through three shell corporati

at him,

so you wouldn't regret your choice." He sighed. "It see

ly came. Not for Ethan, but for my father's