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is carrying the real heir,” Adrian said, smoothing the sleeve of his tuxedo as if he had merely brushed away dust. “You’re an infertile piece of trash who got lucky once.”
His twenty-two-year-old mistress rested a hand over her flat stomach and smiled. Adrian’s mother, Lenora, lifted her champagne glass. His father actually applauded.
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