I Was Married To An Unconscious Billionaire?!

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raced. She tried to scream, but no sound escaped-he

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pinning her wrists to the headb

ring, every brush of his fingers like fire, while her attempts to re

sion as panic gripped her. She choked out the word

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ted pieces-intertwined bodies, forceful touches-bu

flood of helpless anger surged within her. Her fists clenched so tight

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and torn clothes-and willed herself to stand, though ever

to gather herself when the door e

with fury, filled the room. "You've bro

to see her father Craig Brown char

on the red stains of humiliation around her neck and shoulders. Hatred flashed in his eye

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defensive anger rising in her ches

word. "Disgrace? Me? What about you then? The day you threw us out-me and my mo

ves, cutting deep. Craig's face contorted

lerie didn't flinch. She had stopped exp

ow being cursed by her own father, something inside her shattered. The bit

rate to escape the suffocating room. But as

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