Married to Escape Her Grasp

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alked in through

expensive city clothes and polished shoes a stark

ted his exile, looked around the ro

eside her, his gaze sweeping ov

pping with false sweetness. "Look at this pla

nd, his hands rest

, moving closer to his desk. "I've decided to be gener

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d me. After Mark and I are married, if you're good, I might

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one and only escape

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ace contorted, first in

denly shrill. "You're lying! Who would

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e just saying that to spite me, to

ed, a low,

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iberate jab at Ethan's prid

ened, a muscle twi

height making Mark take

is voice quiet but laced with steel. "You don't know

only fueled S

ching for something to validate her o

d box filled with colorful, clu

her voice. "Are these for me? A pathet

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an they had never met but had heard so much about. They were a symbol of the simple, genuine

engineered, the way Sophia had looked at him with cold disappointment, choosing to believe t

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me what to do!

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ately, she st

ads into the dirty floor with the heel of her expens

a final insult befor

triumphant smirk and fo

own at the cru

presented had been trampled underfoo

t peace of Havenwood was shattered, and a