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Chapter 12: A Businesswoman

مؤلف: Divine Osas
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When I got to the house, I unlocked the door and stepped inside, closing it quietly behind me.

I kicked off my shoes near the entrance before heading straight to my bedroom.

The moment I walked in, I dropped my purse onto the small table beside my bed and sat down on the edge of the mattress. For a few seconds, I simply sat there.

The events of the evening replayed briefly in my mind.

After a moment, I stood up and walked into the bathroom to freshen up. When I finished, I changed into comforta
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    I wonder what she thinks of me right now. I dragged a hand through my hair again. At this point, she probably hates me. And the worst part? I couldn’t even blame her And Maisie… A dangerous anger flared through me at the thought of her. She had this all planned out. Every single part of it. My jaw tightened. The angle with which the picture was taken made it look like we kissed. I still couldn’t fully understand the level of desperation it took for someone to deliberately try destroying another person’s relationship like that. And somehow… she had succeeded. She was almost certainly the one who sent the picture to Amelia and how she had managed to get Amelia’s personal number, I didn't know and the mystery only fueled more anger in my gut. I felt angry at Maisie, at the situation. At myself... my past "playboy" reputation was finally catching up to me in the worst possible way. I had spent years being the man everyone thought I was, only to have that history weaponized again

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