Tangled Vows: The Billionaire's Vow

r old Eric Blackwood stood, a man in his prime. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing grey eyes and dark hair neatly slicked back, he wore power like a tailored suit. His hands remain in

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just beginning to show a trace of silver at the temples - a testament to long years s

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of the city's most influential families. More importantly, her parents had been persistent allies in many of his business dealings. The Blackwood name would be linked with the Caldwell dynasty, and together, they

confirmed the arran

, tablet in hand and brow furrowed, interrupting him from his thou

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tiful, driven, and with an iron grip on appearances. She liked things precise, polished - perfect. In t

l be tied to Blackwood Holdings for generations, and it offered him a partner who, on paper, understands the demands of a public, powe

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everything you've built, everything you've fought

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ook his head. "Forget it. I

viness in his chest that no amount of business dea

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sic through the old house. It had been over a year since he'd seen her. After marrying and moving to another city, she'd buried herself in a qui

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r voice was soft, a little

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d, a hint of a smile in her

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's your engagement party tonight. Thought

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leared his throat. "I'm coming

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the next hour. I'm he

a brow. "Som

softened. "Somet

e buzzing of his phone - another message from Georgia, no doubt reminding him not to be late and keep

jacket and head