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... two women on the floor.
Alex stood over them, hands on his hips, surveying the wreckage.
It looked like a bomb had gone off. Chairs were askew. The table runner was pulled half-off. Silverware was scattered. And in the center of it all, the Vanderbilt dynasty lay in a tangled, sweaty heap.
Helena was draped over Vivienne’s back, her face buried in her cousin’s hair, one arm hanging limp. Vivienne was flattened beneath her, cheek pressed against the Persian rug, eyes g ...
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