Accidentally Married to a Billionaire

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of white you only see in magazines, and the pillow under my head felt like it was

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lavish chaos around me. "Where

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ly fell off the bed but my foot got tangled in the sheets

groaning softly

d, clutching the blanket like a

crept in. His voice was low and husky with sleep. "Your bed?

ing in the gold accents, panoramic view, a

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blonde hair falling into soft disarr

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pause before he spoke ag

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ly. "We were on

lly remember

t outlined the edges of his jaw. "You've got quite the arm, by the way.

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ing grin I vaguely remember from last night. He dragged his

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a moment. "Yo

the same ring." He said,

milar silver ring on my ring finger. "How did

yes were wary. "You don't remember

just told me we adopted

as this event-a wedding thing happening at the casino. You

they were a bit blurred and disjointed. I remember neon lights, and a bouquet

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ssing a hand to my mouth. "Di

ile tugging at his lips. "Se

tared at each other. Then, l

een laughs. "We fake married

ter joined mine. "

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en I saw a piece of paper lying beside it. It

ed it up and re

ida – Marriag

Macmillan and Sienna Marie Jones

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aning forward.

trembling slightly. I watched as

muttered again, th

"Look! That's my signature. And I'm g

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