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"I don't want to rely on anyone else but myself financially, even if that means working my ass off every single fucking day." She said looking straight into his eyes that held an unbelievable amount of rage. His chest rising and falling with deep breaths in a failed attempt to calm himself. "I don't fucking get it Alexandra! I can promise you the world and you choose to live that filthy life! Dancing for strangers all night, serving coffee all day and sleeping in that hole you call an apartment! I run all of England for fucks shake! Can't you fucking get it! I can change your whole fucking life! " He yelled back, his voice getting deeper and louder with each venomous word that dared to spill out. He couldn't wrap his mind around her stubborn decision to reject his offer. "I DON'T WANT YOUR BLOOD MONEY STYLES" She screamed at him, her calm and collected demeanor shattering into a million pieces. Tears started building up in her eyes. "Don't you get it? I'm teriffied of you! Terrified! I know that you have all of England at the palm of your hands. I know what you can give me but i also know what comes next. What happens when you get bored of me? What happens when you get bored and I know more things than I should? I hold no power of my own and I make barely enough money to get by. What happens then Harry?" Everything that bothered her already busy mind spilled out unfiltered. She was not going to sell her soul to the devil . When you mess with the mob there's only one way out, death, and she was not ready to die for some sparkly expensive things. "You're right, I am very powerful but I never wanted your pretty face as a toy, love. Alexandra, I want your services"
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