The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Identity

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age popped up

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at red nail polish. It was Kris

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corridor spilled into the entryway. Bradley Elliott wa

uit jacket onto the coat rack and

owned and hit the switch on the wall. The crystal

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nstantly. The color drained from his fac

her hand. "Where did you ge

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voice eerily calm. "That custom bedside lamp. The

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got back to the country. She has no sense of secur

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d at him from head to toe, as if she