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ck, trembling with the terrifying joy of carrying the
uzzed, and a voice
oing to marry her? It was just a game to pass
fr
the next room, laughing wit
needed to secure a business deal. Now that the deal was
freedom only laste
ak my heart; he turned
he edge of a cliff, and forced me to cho
ushed me o
ched me, I hear
was just a "social experiment."
Kenia," he called dow
n. He thought I was ju
t that I kne
and dialed the one number Holden told
ching the receiver like a lifel
pte
Haye
the terrifying, fragile joy of carrying the heir to the New York underworld's most
oing to marry her, Estella. It was just a gam
s seeped cold aga
t slip from m
ink, sounding like a gunshot in the
en D
d courted me f
rts and police precincts with a
gant enough to be careless, unaware
a woman'
p, like bre
la Du
er of the
's been planning the wedding for months. I
n arrogance that made my stomach turn. "I needed a clean image to secure the port deal. A sweet, innocent civilia
y reflection
a Ha
aged
the tabloi
hand on my
lton
born o
m, he would
roodmare for a legacy bui
t a monster r
to a world where love was
out of th
't pac
n't s
ght to the saf
ad prepared weeks ago when I first suspected hi
ed the
s black an
k the wedd
-stitched with pearls I ha
d it in
d scrawled Estella's
he box o
the guards who nodded at me, think
the clinic on th
asked me if
ogram, a tiny speck
ure,"
e didn'
an hour later, I
pt
t time in three
ked my
from
r the red dress.
ped
the bet. Che
earest trash can and disappe

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