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Begged

Author: Freya W.
last update publish date: 2026-04-09 16:52:10

“Mommy?”

“Mommy!”

I stopped brushing Stephie’s hair and turned to her.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

She pouted. “You’re not listening to me.”

I sighed softly and gave her an apologetic smile before kneeling before her.

“I’m sorry. Mommy’s just thinking about something. What were you saying?”

She tilted her head. “I was asking… do you miss your job?”

“My job?”

…Acting?

No. Not Rebecca. She means Olivia.

Modeling.

I forced a small smile and nodded.

“Of course I do. I loved my job. Being on stage, having pe
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  • The Mafia Lord's Temporary Wife   Begged

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