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Kirill Orlov

Betty's POV

I have never felt such a terrifying presence. It sent chills straight down my spine. He didn't have to say anything to get Odette and me to clamp our mouths.

I started cussing myself to brazenly saying I didn't give a fuck about my fiancé's lovers. We both drew our gaze to the door, and for a fleeting moment, real fear flickered through her eyes.

He stood leaning against the door frame, a soft smile on his lips but his emerald eyes were icy cold. The ...

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