The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

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oom. Down below, the water in the tub was cold and red. My own hand, pale and

for me, our gilded cage. He called it a retreat, a place for

locking the light. I waited for shock, fo

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imply watched, his eyes filled with a terrifying satisfa

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ep in his chest. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated triumph. Tears streame

wasn't a tragedy to him. It w

of his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, six years a

turing me with his hatred, waiting for this exact moment. He was a wol

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late. That heart h