Married by mistake, loved by fate

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ale face. She sat stiffly on the edge of a cracked vinyl bench in the corridor outside the

was a hit-and-run-multiple fractures, internal bleeding, and a dangerously fragile spine. But all

rim but calm. "We can only wait a few more hours before i

her to answer. He'd

her tiny apartment, even her mother's antique ring. And still, it wasn't enough. She had

vibrated i

ess

your brother, come to Westwood Towe

hundered. W

efore glancing at t

ice did

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n suits with earpieces and cold stares. Emily's heels echoed too loudly as s

a what she was

as met with silence. A private office, dimly lit. And t

Wes

ns, splashed across magazines. Billionaire. CEO. Ruthless. Danger

n her, unreadabl

d cautiously,

round the desk and leaning against it. "I covered the init

t lurche

r a moment. "Beca

linked.

e it was a business deal. "In exchange, your broth

im. "You want t

eal. Investors are more trusting when a man looks stable. I

insane. But so was watching her brother die when a solution was stan

e catch?"

mile when needed. You don't ask questions about my

. Her instincts

t whispered

r chin. "Wher

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xt morning. No rings, no vows. Just papers. Liam

ecame Mrs. Westwood-by mist

ilent staff. He gave her a room-far from his-and a list of appear

y sat across from each other at breakfast, not touching the food

ling the sting in her t

er a pause. "You'

cut

t. Because he

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weeks

reclusive billionaire Liam Westwood!" the headlines screamed. Social media f

s, Liam was distant. C

ly was

hey returned from a gala and sh

ireplace, and murmured, "Because you looked

no answe

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fice. She wasn't snooping-she just couldn't sleep. But

hreatens me again. I'm done play

e

breath

And why was he t

back away, the fl

the fury in his

at?" he asked

dded s

and through his hair. "

she asked, voice

er," he said.

d before retreating

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ady dressed, staring at the window li

tonight," he said. "Don'

. "I don't kn

her then-re

o," he said. "But ma

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windows. Liam beside her, silent. The ci

thouse high above the

round a table, weapons

estwood

le was

wife," he said. "How tragic. She

stif

ont of her. "Leave

ou know how this ends, bro

e me anymore,"

tor replied. "Bec

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car, Emily

l was that?"

idn't

a cold businessman. He was a man walking a

e was entan

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, she coul

lt like it was hanging by a thread. The marri

Li

e he wanted to protect her

window, staring

to the dark, "Wh

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