The Heiress's Heart, Reclaimed By Love

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door, the keys to his truck dangling from his fingers. "I'll

ng against his dusty Ford pickup a few feet away. Without a word, I

a triumphant look at Jax before sliding i

but here,"

ome rich old men spend obscene amounts of money on a bull. My treat. I've got some overseas investments

appealing thing I'd heard in weeks. "Fine. But I hope you'

ices, the smell of hay, and the glint of diamonds on w

ing set of raw, brilliant turquoise stones set in heavy silver, designed to look li

familiar, sickly-sweet perfume filled the air. My stom

beautiful," she said, just loud enough for everyone to hear. She raised her bidding paddle slightly, then,

e I was a bully, stea

to me, his eyes cold with contempt. He then turned to the auct

ed million

hter of Cormac O'Connell, being publicly outbid and humiliated by one of h

ins. It scorched away the hurt and left behind

made a gesture known to every high-roller i

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No budget. I would have that