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“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”

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and Charlee standing beside him clutching a velvet blue bear, all the blood drained from her face, leaving her looking like a wax corpse.

“Spencer,” Pamela choked out, grabbing my forearm with a grip like a vise. “I need to speak with you. In absolute privacy. Right this second.”

I yanked my arm away, steering the stroller into the shadow of a massive continue reading …

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