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secure the Fairmont empire through the Jenkins women. The man I loved, playing me for a fool for years. A recording fro
I confronted her, she staged a fall, framing me. Markus, my Markus, coldly watched as she shoved me backwards, my head hitting the marble b
strous lie ensnared me? But just as a chair was poised to strike, a strong hand intervened. Alexander Sterling, the reclusive tech mogul, stepped forward. "Who dares cal