Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

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ured whining. The next, Britany's manicured fingers clamped around her wrist like a vice. Britany s

tantly soaking up the water and dragging her toward the tiled bottom. She kick

oking on a mou

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ded from the

t toward her fiancé. Her fingertips grazed the w

even loo

ng to his neck, burying her face in his shoulder. Antoine kicked hard, propel

burning in her chest morphed into a sharp, stabbing agony. Through the

Anabelle's armpit. The est

d herself up on shaking arms, her vision swimming. She forced her legs to lock, swaying for a moment before finding a fragile balance. Every step was a battle a

ry towel wrapped tightly around Britany's shoulders

the towel. Over Antoine's shou

rved into a sharp

d by a freezing numbness that started in

ed on Anabelle's shivering, drenched form. The

ped, his voice carrying over the whispers of the gathe

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l crescent moons of blood threatened to break the skin. She stared at the hand Britany had rested on A

ing a life with this man, shatter

didn't take the towel the lifeguard offered. Water

whimpered, her voice trembling perfe

stone burned the soles of her feet, but sh

ne demanded from behind her.

straight, walking through the parted crowd of gue

trail of wet footprints on the marble. She

s were shaking so badly she dropped

Page for next week," Anabelle said. Her vo

pped off the ruined dress, letting it fall to the floor like a shed ski

Her chest rattled with a deep, unnatural cough. Her lungs burned.