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My husband pushed me off an icy cliff when I was nine months pregnant, just to collect a 50 million life insurance payout. At my fake funeral, he smiled next to his mistress as he said, “They both froze to d:ea:th.” Then the cathedral doors burst open… and I walked in alive, my enormous belly bruised and battered, on the arm of the billionaire CEO of the insurance group: my biological father.

“Once the insurance payout of fifty million hits the account, nobody will ever speak your name again,” Damien Finch told

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