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companied by an intense, full-body ache tha
rge for her. The collar gaped open, and in the dim morning light, sh
skull. She pried her eyes open, the lavish silk of a pil
er, and the contents of her stomach threatened to rise. As the fog in h
and disjointed, pierce
been in a nominal marriage for four years and the man was still alive, she ought to mee
ICU, and they had never met. Her visit to the hotel yesterday wasn't out of submission to her adoptive fath
rehand that Cameron Hayes had a powerful background and the Galloway family absolutely
ding her a glass of champa
her throbbing temples. Her cheeks were burning, her mind in turmoil, a
ought was her husband's room. When no one answered, feeling nervous an
faint yellow glow of a bedside lamp, she saw a
y struck with profound shock. The warm light traced his exquisi
ays thought of as a short-lived invalid, had not o
kind of terrifyingly deep background this frail ma
ually pale, and he exuded a shattered yet dangerously captivating aura that was incredib
the intense heat within her body flared completely out of control. It was then she rea
dibly fast, making her entire body burn and her limbs too heavy to escape. Her gaze w
rabbing her wrist. The potent drug completely erupted, surging madly throu
eason and struggling to break free, but the sleeping man's g
o his chest. Her senses were magnified infinitely; she could clearly hear their in
hazy mind: Four years ago, I was forced to marry him. Now, having him
tirely dominated by the drug. She actively clung to him, taking
sing their positions and pinning her down. They had
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