Beyond the Polo Grounds: A Billionaire's Downfall

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h his mistress, Gabrielle, dismissing my agony as

calm, a primal urge for retribution. Thanks to an old p

d plane by two men. And lurking in the shadows, a smug smile on her fa

y gala, even destroying the last tangible piece of her, he shoved me to t

erased by Andrew's mother. They left me nothing.

e signed them without a glance, desperate to be rid of me, unaware he' d ju