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Too Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On
Author: PageProfit Studio Genre: BillionairesToo Late to Beg, Mr. Billionaire: Your Ex-Wife Has Moved On
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he air was already
badly damaged, multiple parts torn up, with gaping holes revealing ra
mutilated bey
indicate perimortem torture. Estimated post-mortem interval exceeded 72 hours at
demands craniofacial restoration within 48 hours-they specifically requested your
woman in the c
ore a crisp white shirt and jeans-slim frame, maybe too
ubled looks. "That's impossible. Minimu
the disfigured corpse for
ned. This girl thinks she ca
ed pleased, handing
p her out, okay? The reference p
quick nod and sa
She'd been with them nearly six months-amazin
ush the body into a small cle
, and rolled up her sleeves, pale wrists and slender fingers showin
olid kind of cold. M
lashes lowered, side p
out the body f
ho looked like she migh
cotton into the no
ria didn't coddle her. Straigh
directness, but obeyed. Her hand
d, she worked caref
could recreate an entire face from just
arrived, something cracked
cture of a
bbed straight into her heart. H
man's long-lost heiress in Abyndale, reuni
he wa
Chloe noticed her strang
ria's face turned cold ag
emotion and buri
a's body had bee
ed up on screen-his face full of grief. He offered a reward of ten million for the capture of the suspect.The silver s
sing her a bit before saying,
ing unreadable fla
ust wanna go
changing expression. Pulling off the white lab
red and h
whispers started buzz
? What's her background anyway? She's been her
gh-maybe she's som
, already convinced Victoria had take
hrough the door and had just changed ou
she saw Theodore
ry diamond cufflinks, the light carv
his gaze cool and distan
she could smell the faint cologne o
nd walked toward him.
before he pulled her into his arms,
hol, but tonight, he
eyes, and before she could sa
body reconstruction, she clung to that sudd
en them grew thick with desire. They didn't even make it to
spun ou
safe
d, already ign
icate, seemed to glow in the shadows. Theodore's hands found her waist with quiet authority, steady and assured-just li
nother scent. Light but sharp, it
woman's
closed, but now t
her lip, she forced herself to ask with red-rimmed eyes,
with him did she come undone-lost in emotion, overwhelmed
never even dared
they had insta
t her, before his lips cu
you weren't picturing Elijah Brooks too?
like a knife straig
em still caught in suc
es inside her, pushed herself off him, and with s
airs, his cold voic
back. Let's g
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