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Warm blood dripped from her forehead, blurring her vision and matting her eyelashes
rmani suit, perfectly pressed. His polished Ox
g to pull her hand back, but Hubert shifted his weight, pressing the hard l
. He pulled out a stack of high-definition photogr
the blood. The images showed her in highly compromising, intimate positions wi
g her head frantically. "Hubert, someo
He yanked her head up, forcing her to look at him. There
live surveillance feed. Hubert Jr. , their five-year-old son, was running across the playground at a top-tier private ki
hallow gasps. She reached out with her free hand and grabbe
our shares in the company and full custody of the boy. If you don't, the man
nd hot tears spilled over her cheeks, mixing with the blood. Her thro
ck stack of legal documents and a Montblanc
she could barely grip the metal. She pressed the nib to the
pushed open. Ara Wilkinson walked into the
red in her chest at the sight of her younger si
g carefully to avoid letting Ameli
und his neck. Hubert pulled her in, and they locked
her stomach, making her double over. Her fingernail
n. She used a finger adorned with a massive pi
sneered. "I paid a lot of money to have those photos
Amelie's bloodstream. She lunged fo
e stomach. The force sent her flying backward. Her spin
bit down on her lip to keep from screaming, tasClean this up," he told Ara, not even looking
ed, her vocal cords tea
door cli
ndbag and pulled out a syringe filled with a
he pushed herself across the floor until her back hit the cold gl
her against the glass. She jammed the needle into t
Her limbs grew heavy, instantly losing all motor fun
bag," Ara
e black canvas duffel bag. Amelie's eyes rolled back as the men gr
or leading to the garage. The bodyguards zipped the bag shu

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