Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Uncle

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natural heat pulsed through her body, and her vis

Ryan, held a glass of red wine. She

er of undisguised disgust twisting her lips, followe

rd, her voice a raw rasp.

ooking at something filthy. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Alma. But you, running h

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it to you? Alma, there were hundreds of people at

y perfume washing over Alm

supposed to be in the penthouse suite at The Grand Excelsior, ke

y, lecherous businessman famous for his wande

rage, was surprising. Collette stumbled back, hitting the arm of

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apon. Her hand closed around a heavy metal candlestick

ma said, each word

eplaced by a deeper contempt. "With what? Your r

urning to her face. "Your father won't beli

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gruff voice said. "We

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made it to Mr. Quinn's

t pleasure surged through her as she wat

ck into her mind. The bitter aftertaste of

how she had dug her nails into her palm-har

d her wrist, his grip like a vise. She twisted and pulled with all

rs scrambled to clean the mess, she slipped out th

f a cleaning cart she'd overturned, the sharp pain

and ran until she found a rear exi

with shaking hands and

but she kept her face buried in her

but one fact stood out clear and unbre

d to white to a pasty green. She star

into the phone before a

ut the balance of pow

d with malice. She knew

n to walk toward the stairs. Each step was ag

wash away the cloying scent of pe

's hateful gaze foll