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Fake dating my enemy, The playboy billionaire - Chapter 85: She’s more than an architect
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CRASH!
I stare at the destruction around me—shattered glass, scattered dishes, and the remnants of the decoration set for our dinner night.
My bleeding knuckles taut around my fist, looking for something more to destroy-- just anything that will douse this rage in my chest. This pain in my heart. She’s gone. She actually went to meet bloody KUNT! And here I foolishly thought she was dressing for me for the night.
Why would she, though? I’m no one. We are no one. Just ...
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