The Mute Bride's Secret Billionaire Contract

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pped wood of her bedside table. Instead, her fingertips gr

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cloud, devoid of the water stains she had memorized in her apartment. The light filtering

ed her. Her sister, Verity, handing her a glass of champagne. The foam had been to

oked down at herself. There were no bruises, no scratches, no signs of a struggle. Her skin looked scr

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of a cigar glowed in the dimness, illuminating a strong jawline

ed out the sliver of morning light, casting a long shadow that swallowed her wh

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o deny, to tell him she wasn't Verity, rose in h

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m, and captured her chin between his thumb and forefin

d impenetrable. There was no sou

the line of her jaw, not a caress, but an appraisal of the bone structure. "That means every inch of

. A transaction. Tears pricked at her eyelids, hot and stinging, but

with a small shove, then pulled a handkerchief from his pocke

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ld thought it was her. If Erline walked out now, screaming the truth, she w

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