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The mayor tried to ruin me at the altar—until the pastor spoke a single name that brought the entire ceremony to a halt

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confusion. “Clara? You… you faked all of this? You used me?”

“You used yourself, Julian,” I replied coldly, not sparing him an ounce of pity. “I needed a way into your mother’s private residence. I needed access to her home office to find the physical IP address she used to access the offshore accounts. You were just the easiest door to walk through.continue reading …

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