Save That Evil Billionaire And Her Stepson

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as tall. His face was a mask of pure, unadulterated hatred. His gray-blue eyes stared down

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kicking out against the thick Persian rug. She brought her hands up,

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f the hallway. A little boy, maybe six years old, was

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hatred in his eyes flickered, replaced insta

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en's legs gave out. She collapsed ont

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ep closer, his small knuckles turning white

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us father and son. Failure to accept

ed her heart, squeezing it so hard she couldn't breathe.

she forced a single though

vanished. In its place, a massive wave of foundation

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gust so heavy it made the air feel thick. He di

the boy. He bent down, his movements suddenly

er from the boy's trembling

ed right at Aileen. His eyes were dead, devoid of any childl

oice a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated through th

e boy, turned, and walked away. The heavy thud of his lea

ing. Her hands shook as she reached up to touch her n

ty of the situation settled into her bones, chilling her b

and forced herself to stand. Her knees bu

f the New York air, forcing h

ther and son had disappeared. The confusion

ll. She moved toward the heavy double doors that her

he freezing brass doorknob. S