His Secret Wife: A Dangerous Game

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uptial agreement across the polished wo

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if her rush to sign was exactly the

tal was cold against her skin. The nib scratched against the thick

away and handed it to the man

took the pen and slashed his signature

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oward the private elevator. The rhythmic, hard strike of his leather

tor doors

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it across the tabl

rk sunlight hit her face, stinging her eyes. She pul

intensive care unit have been cleared

pping of Ace Suarez's profile-the only image her grandmother's lawyer had provided before the signing, with a stern note reminding her to at least recognize

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p here was different. It was thick with high

ard her carrying a cardboard box. Victoria's eyes ra

," Victoria warned, her voice dropping to a harsh

blank, professional smile.

d up her computer. She logged into the company

of footsteps echoed fro

floor instantly stood up, th

looked toward the heavy double doors of the CE