Penniless Divorce: The Secret Hacker Queen

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ports syndicate. In my past life, my job was to audit dirty cartel money, break predatory contracts

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thing down our necks after that press leak,

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ze drift over Marcus's bloodshot blue eyes, b

my silence a

the glass table, leaning down until

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e elderly house manager, gripped a silver se

Nora just fainted moments ago. Perhaps

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nc pen across the table, sending

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he three men, my hand hove

ift, razor-sharp stroke-the distinct, aggressive handwriting of Sienna

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odge in his throat, his jaw muscles clenching

, stepping forward quickl

his eyebrows lifting slightly as

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ford, I paused and

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elf, Marcus. You're

ulled the door shut behind me, s

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t her calculating stepsister, Daphne, had stripped her o

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mirror, I paused and

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hed the red mark, feeling t

uld collect every debt owed to