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The Billionaire Sniper

Author: Oma
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-09-06 23:39:06

DAMON'S POV:

​I found one of her romance novels by complete accident in a small airport bookstore during a layover in Europe. Seeing her name printed in big bold letters on the shiny cover felt like getting kicked right in the stomach. Her photo was printed on the back page, looking as stunning and untouchable as ever.

​I bought every single copy the shop had. I read them all, cover to cover, while sitting alone in hotel rooms. I read her stories about brave heroes and about leading women who w
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