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WITHOUT ME
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2026-09-05 16:40:01
RomanWritesLouis asked Lorenzo to trust him. Lorenzo asked Louis to include him. Two men, one argument, both wanting the same thing….to protect each other. But across the city, Giuseppe asked Theo to follow orders. He reminded him that he's nothing more than a weapon. A tool and means to an end. One relationship is built on love. The other is built on control. And now Theo is standing in front of Louis, offering to help….smiling, laughing, playing the fool. But is he being genuine? Or is this just another part of Giuseppe's plan? Louis doesn't know. And neither do we. Next chapter: the truth starts to crack.
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Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial Not Blood
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Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial I CHOOSE HIM
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Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial THE CONTRACT AT THE DOORSTEP
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Contracted: The Billionaire’s Husband From The Commercial INTEREST ON MY LIFE
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