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I Thought I Was Marrying a Gentle Soul—Then He Locked Me in a Room and Slid a Contract Under the Door
When I met Collins, I thought I’d found the rare kind of man who listens. He remembered my sick cat, asked about my day, and tipped like he believed in karma. But what I didn’t know then—what I couldn’t possibly imagine—was that I wasn’t marrying a man. I was stepping into a trap disguised as love.
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