The Billionaire's Betrayal: A Comeback Story
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ielle, stood over me, their faces twisted in triumph. My mother, Maria, watched with a satisfied smile. "It' s over, Jocelyn,"
knew this place: a Planned Parenthood clinic. And there stood Gabrielle, looking younger, her stomach flat. But her ey
to brand me a monster. They used my help, my pragmatism, twisted it into cruelty, then murdered me. But now
pathetic performance again. A slow, silent smile spread across my face. This time,
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