Reborn To Ruin Her: The Billionaire's Accidental Heiress

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ding on me. A flicker of recognition,

he slurs, his voice a low g

across the vast bed towards me.

ce now inches from mine. "It was a

the small, spade-shaped birthmark just below my ear.

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ing to make

not a kiss. It' s a punishment. A b

udgment, but his intent is terrifyingly clear.

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