Billionares Hidden Triplets

Billionares Hidden Triplets

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Im just a simple woman that has a fancy dream. But in this cruel reality,fantasy obviously doesnt exist. It was my beliefs when I fell inlove on someone that I only saw in TV,newspaper and in the magazines of Elites. And Ive been dreaming him for all my life. Since he save me,since he offer his hand and give his unpayable bright smile. He is my childhood bestfriend.My elite and a heir of a Billionaire-Bestfriend.But all of that change because of an accident. He got coma for almost a year but he woke and forgot everything,including me. I thought that was the most painful thing I ever recieve but I was wrong.. Pain tortured me,again and again,until now. And after many years still,our path cross.Then we made a big mistake that I cannot regret.A mistake that gives me hope,that made me the most happiest women on Earth.
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