Sold To The Devil: Escaping My Ruthless Husband

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way that usually made my knees weak. But when the large monitors mounted on the pristine white walls sh

m went

a manila envelope to a man in a windbreaker. The timestamp

brication. I had been in t

fade; it evaporated, replaced by the hollow, dead l

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man who had spent his entire life scraping for crumbs from the high table.

concern. He looked at me l

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ished concrete floor. Shards of crystal sliced into my ankles, but I couldn't feel the pain.

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suit. He was beautiful in the way a tiger is beautiful right before it tears out you

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urried away like a rat. Ethan hesitated, looke

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m, warm, and possessive. He pulled me up, not caring

," he said softly. "They will skin yo

ispered. My voice was

l his cologne, something sharp and metallic lik

ter. Only the perception matters. And right n

't reach his eyes. His

t you have to belong to me. No one else touches

creen where my reputation was burning. I looked at Luca, the

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