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and trying to become the kind of woman the Hayes family would finally accept.
And it all ended with one savage crack of a hand across her face.
“You gold-digging little fraud,” Beatatrice hissed, grabbing Vivian’s wrist and twisting until pain shot up her arm. “Three years of playing dress-up in my son’s bed ends tonight. Sign the papers and crawl back continue reading …
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