Married To My Enemy: The Cold-hearted CEO

walk away.

was calm, flat, and

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ay on top of the thick contract. One signature. That's

n afraid. But all she felt was the fami

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st, on

ions outside of public appearances. No access to my private acco

chair, the movement smooth, delib

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rld," she

nstant. "Very well," he said, tapping the desk. "The terms are clea

ady. Ariana Taylor-a name she'd built from ashes. Not her birth

tulations," he said with dry finality.

roman

t will go public tomorrow. Wedding in

ulating her next move. "

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her face for a mome

kirt. She hated how effortlessly magnetic he was-even now,

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d on the handle. "You think you

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wasn't even real. But the reveng

the edge of her childhood bed, promising her that one day,

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another deal. He didn't smile when she walked down t

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smirk tugge

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said, entering the roo

think

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after

my way. I'll st

just fine. "Go

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ask why I ag

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like me don't marr

a woman," she said cool

his face. "You're many things, Ari

her room with a click

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earn that marrying her was th