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ived a man, not poor but overly wealthy; lived among
a friend and barely picked up the remote that monitored his television. He was also homesch
ured as him, owned a famous company that somebo
s needed no more, because what was
y, she wasn't yet his bride, b
e had already been chosen, she
er had been teaching him how to behave when it was his turn to own the company. His mind had grasped ever
ying by her sides. She had looked so free, so happy and he couldn't help but want her to be that happy with him
to his father...the company's; but he cared not, he wanted her and he
that was the way to treat a woman. His father had showed h
for her, he said she's among the
continued...and when you do...let
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until she
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ithout her
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use and forcibly mak
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nd get a damn priest... And let me tell you this, if she so much as whispe
and he would accomplish each.
appy, perhaps as happy as his m
piness, and would make the bruises he'd implement n
welling in his thoughts of pleasing
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