Ornancia's Book
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Married To A Cassanova Billionaire
"I'm your father today," he said, his tone curt but smooth. "Act like it. Play your part well-your performance determines your pay. Got it?" His smirk was unmistakable, almost taunting, as he held out his hand. I hesitated for a moment, my chest tightening. His words stung, but I couldn't afford to falter. With a reluctant breath, I placed my trembling hand into his. His grip was firm, almost reassuring, though I could sense the tension beneath the surface. I held on tight as we stepped out of the room, the sound of our footsteps echoing faintly in the hallway. The path stretched ahead, feeling impossibly long, yet every step brought us closer to the inevitable. My heart thudded against my ribs, my breathing shallow and uneven. We stopped abruptly at the edge of the church doors. Beyond this threshold, everything would change. My hands were clammy, my pulse erratic. This moment, this exact point in time, felt surreal, as though I were floating outside myself, watching it all unfold. "Ready?"