Bankrupt Socialite: The Billionaire's Revenge Bride

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s had been stripped away, leaving the stem smooth and harmless. Just l

t of wet earth and decaying leaves. It was the anniversary of her mother's death. She stepped out,

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threatened to turn it inside out. Through the gr

an's

d. Despite the pressure from his family to distance himsel

e reached for the handle of the rear door, intendin

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bration that rocked the heav

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ht a trench coat that exact shade last week, charging

nd low. "Don't worry about the broke princess. Once I

's lungs. It wasn't a

ndle to rip it open. Instead, a cold, clinical clar

m her pocket. Her hands

tched to video, and held the le

he audio. It caught the side of Julian's face, contorte

," Tiffany moaned. "She ac

ust fund," Jul

ly to her encrypted cloud storage. Only when the 'Upload

collar. Then, she balled her hand into a fist

ion stoppe

The sound of zippers, the t

an's face appeared, flushed and ter

closed, her eyes wide with fake shock, thou

"El, listen, it's not-sh

him finish. She ra

landed squarely on Julian's lap, the whi

" she said, her voice devoid of inflectio

s if it were toxic. "You think you can judge me? You're nothi

at didn't reach her eyes. "A liability? You're abo

u want to climb the Stark ladder so badly, I think I'll go m

barking sound. "Alden? The Butcher of Wa

ing down at him like he was a

ned on

om her hand. She let it go. It tumbled away

her coat, her skin. She needed t

eper into the cemetery, toward the priv

sleek, armored sedan that looked less

ere. She was bett