My Fake Groom Is a Billionaire

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audible. Hallie's hand found the

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marry you. I've realized

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ce of her shock. Her love, her dignity,

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. The blood had left her face, but now somethi

back to Mike, her h

beautiful light-brown eyes, once soft with love,

ng back wore a wedding dress and holl

e a low, venomous whisper. "Good. I'll

her mother cried, grabbing her

sh," she said, her voice flat and hard. "I'm jus