The Billionaire's Forbidden Heiress

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ke a steadying breath, and walk toward the exec

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s, sir. Ev

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an employee. The way a man tries to place

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, his hands steepled,

ose Wolfe Enterp

ced it in the mirror unti

to understand the business side. I thought if I'm ever go

, amused.

rd. "Artists are expected to be poo

n his gaze. Approv

remind myself. He d

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next twenty years waiting for him to come back. How she finally told m

life. But he chose m

ltrasound she kept like a prayer. My bir

y. In his office. Wearing h

till doe

ly. "What does an artist like you r

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etching between us like an electric wire. His ey

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