His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius

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inches from her hands. A red, highly confidenti

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as a physical twisting of her organs, forcing her to grip the leathe

inued, leaning forward. "Aggressive targeted thera

ce was entirely drained of color. A

vel of systemic failure, current medical treatments would onl

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low, entirely mechanical, as she tucked it deep

d open the heavy oak door

ped through the hallway windows, sliding down

ed metal doors reflected her face-pale, hollowed out, look

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ders's voice barked through

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thumping bass of the yacht party in the background

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hy laugh esca

f the line. The silence was quickly replaced by

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the phone do

ed inside and pressed the button for the ground

te VIP vault of the bank, Aretha placed the folded bi

e box clicked shut, lockin

d, people-pleasing woman she had

g. She stood in front of the vault's mirror and caref

, walked out of the bank's revolvi

d," she told the driver,

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