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“Please Trust Me,” the Driver Said as He Hid Me in the Trunk on My Son’s Wedding Day.

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Turner. He said if we didn’t pay, he’d take Zoe. Sell her.”

Horrified gasps rippled through the guests. “I was trying to protect her,” Natasha said desperately. “I researched your family for months. The hotels, the real estate. I thought if I married into your family, we’d have money. Real money. We could pay Randall off and disappear.”

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