Prisoner of My Fiancé
Clara Whitfield
The day my daughter Lily Brown turned three, I came face-to-face with Edward Thomas—the man I’d put behind bars.
Surrounded by his admirers, he pointed at the wine spilled at my feet. His voice was ice-cold. “Get on your knees. Lick it off the floor.”
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Surrounded by his admirers, he pointed at the wine spilled at my feet. His voice was ice-cold. “Get on your knees. Lick it off the floor.”
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