BOUND BY CHOICE | CHOI SEUNGCHOEL

BOUND BY CHOICE | CHOI SEUNGCHOEL

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"She's perfect," "I want her." His voice was calm, quiet. A fact, not a wish. _ "When I said I wanted her..." He spoke so quietly they had to lean in to hear. "I meant her. All of her. Not just the name. Not just the money. Every. Fucking. Piece."
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