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Chapter 10

Quashawn

The folder my mother had given me sat at the corner of my desk; it was thick with information about twelve women, those she believed would make the perfect wife. They were beautiful and successful women from influential families; on paper, they were everything a man in my position was supposed to want.

I flipped open the first profile, a corporate attorney with no scandals and an excellent reputation. I pulled out my phone and made a call: “Run a f
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