I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

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ttered mess back in the

didn't welcome anyone who couldn't afford a BMW. No subway stops.

like a boxer walking into the ring. Shoulders squar

nto the living room, I

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. Turned around slowly, letting

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