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e for you..." The words di
an with fiery red hair, Breanna Lyons-her sister. Her hands were tangled in his hair, their lips pressed tightly together, kissi
e, so we can be together openly instead of sneakin
xon's words sounded as if he could no longer hold back, thick with desire, not at all like his usual cold, restrained self. He
n thought that if he was willing, they could have a child-a child who, from the moment it was born, would be the most legit
asingly loud, saccharine sounds inside, a mocki
t our marriage certificate is fake? And abou
sweet talk every day, how would
marriage was fake, then what were al
her honey-gold hair. In her hand was a gift box from a high-end tailor on Fifth Avenue, and a gentle, expectant smile
Nixon & Associates, a subsidiary Damarion mana
Nixon," the receptioni
eting?" Adalin
urally doesn't apply to you," the receptionist said, op
ceptionist was taking the opportunity to mock her for not knowi
. The Montgomery deal is the last piece of the puzzle. Once it
n our
g provoked, she pushed open the do
bruptly. The instant Dama
er hand down Damarion's chest and adjus
arion stammered, walking toward her. His face wore a mask of feigned concern-a pe
f his very presence was physically repulsive. Her once
ng an icy, mocking detachment. "I'v
k. On one of them, her own signature was clearly visible-a power of attorney she
trust fund, an account she had barely looked a
ld red text caught her eye and seared itself
rely emotional. It was total. He had been systemati
ace, truly seeing the stranger before her for the first
gh of satisfaction. "Mm, caught us," she mu
sion softening into deep, theatrical pain. "Darling, how much did you just hea
g. This man had counted on Adaline'
old-world aristocratic elegance even in humiliation. Her high heels cli
voice full of desperation-desperation, she reali
ed open the door and walked out, then slammed it

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