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π•Žπ•™π•–π•Ÿ 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕄𝕖𝕖π•₯𝕀 π•„π• π•Ÿπ•–π•ͺ
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 2h 24m
Ongoing, First published May 30
Mature
When Blood Meets Money
In the shadows of privilege and power, two billionaire heirs collide-each more dangerous than the last. Bound by a ruthless contract, their college rivalry spirals into a twisted dance of control, obsession, and forbidden desire. He's ruthless, dominating, and haunted by secrets that could destroy them both. She's fierce, unbreakable, and ready to fight fire with fire. In a world where love is a weapon and trust is a lie, their passion burns dark-and only one will survive the game of blood and money or will they end up falling for eachother?

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