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abet
he Griffin family crest stamped at the top making my stoma
der the harsh ceiling light as she slid a Montblanc pen toward my hand. As a former team PR socialite who had faked he
spotted my own custom coat draped over her shoulders. My chest felt like a he
lon whispered, her voice dripping with mockery. "Sign
o stop my fingertips from tr
s in such a rush to marry you, why doesn't he
lower lip, fake tears pooling in her eyes as he
ey Cup playoff game! He doesn't want to waste
medical credentials, working as a lowly physical therapy assistant in the Empire's l
ap, and jammed the nib onto the signature line
k half a step, her
dare try
gned my name across the divorce agreement, pressin
aight at her chest, the sharp paper edge sl
me in disbelief, clearly shocked that the qui
e IV needle from the back of my hand. Red blood beaded on my ski
to TMZ!" Fallon shrieked behind me. "The whole city w
to the pocket for the massive check Brock had signed, a
he toes of her heels, leaving her mouth
the freezing metal handle and
trash that b
of disinfectant hitting my nose as I stepped
p twisted in my lower belly, forcing me to brace my
I quickly pulled up my trench coat collar to hide my
tan's freezing early-winter rain slapped a
d open the back door, and gave the
face and bleeding hand in th
on't want me to take
let, shoved them through the partition, and ordered hi
the massive neon billboard of the Empire'
t stomach, feeling the faint pulse of life inside me
cally with Brock's private number, a string
he SIM card, rolled down the window, and t
ures curb at JFK, I stepped out, wrapped my coat t
ed my backup passport to print
irm look that stopped him from pressing further. I lowered my voice and told him I was pregnant, and asked him to skip the bo
rhead TV just as breaking sports news reported that Empire Captathe screen, I felt the last trace of
rminal, and I picked up my light carry-on bag,
onto the runway, I closed my eyes, silently swearin

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