The Impostor Heiress

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as he introduced me to business partners and politicians. My mother, a pillar

e' s the heir to the company, all business and logic. He caught my eye and gave me a subtle nod of

Our engagement was a strategic alliance between two of the most powerful familie

grateful daughter, the charmin

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nsult was not just against me, but again

oomed, his voice laced with

acking. "I' m the real Blakely! She

let my own eyes widen, my hand flying to my mouth in a perfect picture

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ather' s anger solidified

house! Now!" he c

ard aside and lunged toward me. She wasn' t trying to hit me, but she

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wd gasp

was shattered. T