The Billionaires Unwilling Vows

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hrough the dimly lit office, gravelled with

her heels silent on the polished floors. The light caught her figure just right

eed to look up.

night because my assistant clocks out

replied smoothly. "You know

y glanced up. "What

d say only friends call me that, but we both know better. There's an old saying that fit

eing her like she was something venomous slithering o

nd that told you no

e. I want your daugh

ghed. A short burst, deep from

olded, watching him with that ar

once he caught his breat

Leo and

ilence

e, eyes calculating

fted delicat

ve, entitled prick, and Celeste would rather set

dation, reputation. With our companies aligned, we'd monopolize three industries by Q4. You

eports, Josephine," he cut in sharply. "My

g at his half-drunk glass of sco

ng. "You already have more money th

want the control. The leverage. The future."

ter is no

s a golde

"She's not some little piece you ge

'm strategic. And so are you. So drop the r

long with it. Celeste and I barely speak as it is. And Leo? You think I'd feed

plied softly, tone razor-sharp. "

d his eyes. "Yo

ng a slim folder from her purse

ot," s

one glance was enough

dn't," he

y m

e's affair?" he asked, voice sudden

l. The money that changed hands. The false reports. You went to great lengths to protect

d into fists, blood d

d news? Please. They'd feast on this. And your prec

em just to get

rfect poise. "The difference is, you actually have somet

nearly toppled. "Don't. You dar

ent? There's no version of this where your family walks away unscathed - unles

ou're an evil bitch. An

ut I'm also

ce stretched

I'll make sure Celeste marries Leonardis. But the contr

eturned, slow and v

l do you plan on

icker, heavier, and dropped it o

eves it's the only way to shield the company from a hostile takeover. You busi

s dropped. He look

ed the folder

dn't

aned in, eyes gl

hand, Vincent Laure

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1 - Wors

run when I h

a death sentence written in gold foil. Inside, chandeliers dripped from cathedral ceilings, and guests draped in designer labels sipped champagne as if this w

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s being forc

like the devil himself had sculpted him-sharp suit, sharper jawline, and eyes so dark they co

wanted m

ted

entire life would be rewritten. My family had sold me to the highest bidde

wasn't happening. I was supposed to have a choice. I was supposed to live a life on my own terms. But instead, I was being thrown into a ma

My family needed to save face.

les

he used when I was a child, when I dared to dream of a life outside of the one

allroom, where a podium stood waiti

o

all. And God, I wanted to. I wanted to grab one of those champagne flutes and launch it at his perfect, infuriatin

idn't go through with this, my

he small of my back, a silent warning in his grip. I could feel every eye in the room on me

took the microphone from the announcer, his deep, measured voice filling t

lause. A few whisper

king onto mine with something unreadabl

s passed through his eyes, gone before I could name it. Then, he smirked, leaned down, an

od ran

ching, but all I could see was him. The

ade the worst mi

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und myself standing on the balcony of the Astor estate, staring out at the darkened

get out

ind a way to convince my father, to make him see t

eps behind me made

ng when you'd

ng up as he stepped closer. The glow from the balcony lights cast sha

ying to esca

Then what are you doin

using to let him inti

railing. "About how you're going to pretend to be a good little fi

hating that he saw

voice dropped, turning almost... possessive. "You can fight this all you want. You can hate me. You can

t from the weight of his words.

anted to deny it, I kn

ways got what

, what they w

ed on my heel, walking a

me back towards him so roug

he d