The Billionaire's Obsession: He Won't Let Her Marry His Uncle

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e had no choice

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gh and shook her head. "We're

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saying with gratitude, "Thank you, sir and ma'am, for giving Elliot the chanc

saying, "Elliot, this is Miss Charisse I told you a

Charisse with entitled pride, Elli

once held was gone. He stood above her now

t Davis? What the hell

ck, Elliot Grant lo

with mockery. "Wow, Miss Walton, I almost didn't recogn

"And what about the guy hiring prosti

f her neck. With one swift push, he pulled the

ss Walton, when you dumped me like I was disposable, did

tight line. "That was years a

all

. Lost almost a year's worth of memor

rless. "And that's the best excuse you

denly freezing. "Or did you just think I'd sti

r lied

u don't remember it, that

words Charisse had thrown at him w

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even pick u

someone else with a one-lin

r friends, drinking champagne by the ocean w

ed if he made

at could be solved with money-and forg

it matters? Like her coldness

o the sofa. His eyes had gone stone-cold. "Since you don't r

chin, calm and com

bottom. If they were talking hist

I hope Miss Walton lives u

u're being so generous, Mr. Grant. I'l

'd known who she was all along

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make

beside him, taking a steady

out to meet, Elliot turned his

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ut when her hand reached for him, hi

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sed, then no

r sheer dress pooling around her as it slipped from her

Beneath her fingertips, it stirred and grew, its form defined and urgent. A

r. But back then, when he'd laid his whole heart out for her and she

gulfing her. Though hatred scalded his he

back up and sprang at him

more like a bite, wild

eye, that smile twisted and defiant. "If you're gon