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A 70s Druglord

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Ivory’s POV

The words came out. They were too good to be true.

“I’m free to go?” I repeated, eyes widened in surprise and excitement.

Willis nodded, his expression was hardened yet his eyes held the sincerity of his words.

“Can I really go?” I asked again, just to be sure.

“Yes, you’re free to go.” Willis confirmed.

With that, he slid a few documents across the breakfast table toward me. I picked them up, brows furrowed with concern.

“What’s this?”

“Your marriage annulment. The Sovrano doesn’t want anything holding you back.”

Sovrano.

“He sent you to annul our marriage? That’s how much I’m worth to him? Nothing.”

Willis let out a deep breath, and handed me a pen, “Sign the papers, ma’am” he said gruffly.

“Okay that’s it!” I snapped, tossing the pen across the table. “You’ve been rude to me all morning. What did I do to you, Willis? I thought we were friends.”

“We aren’t friends, ma’am. You’re my boss’s ex-wife.”

“Ex-wife? Ex-wife?” I repeated, frustration building on my insides. “Ho
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