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Chloe Bishop stared at her bleeding arm, the crimson droplets staining the white lace of her sleeve. A bitter ache bloomed in her chest, but she quickly suppressed it with a practiced, hollow numbness.

What are you acting so hurt for? she mocked herself internally. In Xavier Grayson’s eyes, she was nothing more than a high-end nanny who doubled as a warm body in his bed