Married to My Protector: The Patriarch's Love

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carrying my child, the future head of this studio

tomach. "He's right, Sarah. T

small feet echoed from the hallw

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a shock of dark hair and Ethan Sr.'s distinct b

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jaw slack, his arrog

his face. "Sarah.

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smiled, a genuine, warm s

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rother? What are you talking about? My f

h, didn't you? While we were engaged! And now you're t

kly, jumped to his def

. like that, and now trying to slander Mr

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"My son with Ethan Sr. The day you went on your 'spiritual retreat'

n the room wa

ulent surroundings that now clearly belonged to me,

w and horrifying for