Rejecting The Billionaire's Contract Marriage

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nature, million-dollar smile that had plaster

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ture in the hallw

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hoving at their solid c

alized from the shadows, smoothly presenting a matte black titani

ized exactly whose path they were blocking, and inst

he had such terrifying authority. She spun

e. Her ankle twisted. She pitched forward

round her wrist

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ails so hard into her palms that the skin broke. Her eyes

oor open. The cold Los Angeles ni

ds were shaking so badly she dropped

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his voice. "Mr. Sterling has an exclusive interview here

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