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A shaky impersonation.
He took the first move and proposed a plan, a far reaching plan indeed. Wherein she has to pretend to be the daughter of one of the most influential people of Seattle, Mrs Katherine Warner, the founder of 'Homeless Children Org.'
With the plan of an impersonation of Ruby as Elizabeth Warner, Joseph used her as a mere pawn only to get his hands on the real estate papers, and an easy access to the other valuable assets of his mistress.
But sadly, Ruby is slightly being deflected away from the path of the original plan. She finds herself falling in love with her wrongdoer as she spends every second under his surveillance.
Was Joseph only driven by the satiable desire for money, or it was much more than it seems like? Find more as every chapter will untie the reef knot of who, when and why.
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- There are inneundos & mention of sex and things like that but no smut. That's simply not my forte.
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