Burning Down the House of My Four Fake Lovers

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gaze of Damien. He had seen it all. He didn't say a word, just looked at the red ma

ed, I accepted congratulations, but my mind was in a knot of fear. I kept

er, who was seated beside me, reached over and squeezed my hand. "Don

ght, we celebrate not just the legacy of the Barron Group, but its future. It i

the world

een displaying the company's logo, flickered and c

closed in a state of pathetic, lovesick bliss. The secret recording

e echoed through the silent b

eyes desperately seeking Damien in the crowd. He stoo

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his face purple with rage. "Som

as locked. The v

ds the control booth at the side of the stage, and with a single

side. "Charles, calm down. It's just a young girl's crush. It's clear who she's in

le. He knew I had chose

rapping his strong arms around me, shielding me from the prying eyes of the

tunned guests, his voice rin

he hall. "As for the coward who released that video, I give you my word: I will find you. A

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ashen. They stared at me, at Hunter, their expressions a mixture of