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Handcuffs

Author: Kanny
last update Huling Na-update: 2024-09-13 21:44:47

The metallic click of the handcuffs felt heavier than she had ever imagined— though she had never imagined it at all.

She was always a bright student, morally upright, never broke a rule in her life. Well, unless the natural order of marriage counts— which brought her to where she was.

Ivory's wrist throbbed as the officer yanked her out of the police van to the precinct. She caught the golden band in her finger, her mind reeling with a mix of disbelief, confusion and regret.

Had she rejected this ring in the first place, would she be paying for crimes she didn't commit?

The words still echoed in her ears: "You're under arrest for fraud, forgery and attempted murder."

Her heart sank, clenching harder than the first time she heard those words. She could barely comprehend how Lori's crimes had been pinned on her. They were a doppelganger, but there were some differences between them... Like their hair.

But in the picture on screen, there was no difference between them. Lori had her fu
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  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   If I don’t, why does it hurt?

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  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   8th street

    Ivory didn’t cry in the car on her way to work.She thought she might. Thought she’d at least feel something sharp enough to break her open. But all she felt was the faint buzz of too many feelings packed too tightly. Like static in her chest.By the time she stepped into her office, Denise handed her a coffee and a stack of folders she didn’t remember asking for. Ivory murmured thanks, closed the door, and leaned against it for longer than she should have.She didn’t take off her coat.Instead, she went to the window, untouched coffee in one hand, and stared out at the city.Somewhere in that mess of towers and tinted glass, Willis existed. She imagined him opening his inbox, seeing no message from her. Imagined him walking to a meeting. Imagined him doing everything he always did—with the same grace, the same humor, the same steadiness that had once been the most comforting part of her life.She felt like a traitor.The knock on her door was brisk. Then Miranda stepped in without wa

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   You’re not that forgettable

    Ivory woke up on Arlo’s couch, sunlight draped over her like a silk shawl. She blinked slowly, unsure of where she was until the smell of toast and the quiet sound of Marvin humming from the next room settled her back into the present.She sat up, her hair tangled, her heart oddly still. The storm had passed, or at least paused.Her shoes were neatly set by the door. A blanket, light but warm, had been laid over her. And there, on the coffee table, sat a glass of water and a note — Arlo’s handwriting, crooked and familiar.“You look prettiest when you’re calm.”Ivory dropped the note. No smile. Willis was the first thing she thought when her eyes opened. She let the note fall gently back onto the table.She padded into the Arlo’s unhidden bar, poured herself a glass of whiskey, and allowed the hot drink burn all the way to her chest. She poured herself another glass. Before she could down it, the door slid open, andBefore she could down it, the door slid open, and Arlo stepped in.

  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   I wanted it to work

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  • The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet   I still want you

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