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dusty reminders

s empire. His fingers tap the surface, steady and slow. Every tap

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rry Adrian

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quest. A

rosses her legs, raises one

heard

ou say you're marrying me off to a

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fifty million into Vaughn Corp. In return, we

iora snaps. "You're s

this? We're drowning, and I finally have a lifeline. Dona

u offer

ld. You know how

o

to the desk. The con

it. Or you'll pack your things and leave

you won't,"

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nds, fists

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r doesn'

s answe

r room, she throws open

walls. Zippers rip. H

going through w

he says. "And neither do y

ould s

ed? No thanks.

blouse, but she

to. I'm marrying him because Dad fa

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m doing it because he l

an alliance. His son, Adrian, doesn't need a partner. He needs a wife to keep the Donavan legacy in the bloodline. Eli

happens two

ments. A blur of

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the aisle like a ma

powerful. Imp

ks if she

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ver. His expression is unreadable-controlled, reserved, perhaps detached. He says his vows like

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t a lov

trans

is worse. Stif

ching. He speaks only when spoken to.

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brain trying not to

s halfway throug

no one

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agne unopened, Two chairs sit

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for breakfast in a sleek black

well?

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ps her

' Like we're business partner

all he wants,"

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out the way she says it

t the Donavan estate. She leaves without

he car dr

side her. A future that's alrea

dow like she's heading

ke of a father who sold her future to save h