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CHAPTER 22

Penulis: Nkechi
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Rachael’s head jerked up, her eyes wide. “What?”

Adrien leaned back in his chair, fingers drumming lightly against the desk as if he had just announced a board meeting. “You heard me. The wedding will be small, private. A legal formality. No time for frills or sentiment.”

Her pulse hammered in her ears. She had expected time—weeks, maybe months—to process this insanity. Not seven days. “Next week is… Adrien, that’s impossible. I—”

He cut her off, his tone clipped, decisive. “Nothing is impossible when I decide it will be done. The paperwork will be handled by my lawyers. You will be fitted for a gown tomorrow morning. Invitations are unnecessary.” His eyes narrowed, catching the flicker of panic on her face. “Unless you planned to invite your circle of artists and companions?”

Heat rose to her cheeks. She hated that he could make her feel small with so few words. She clenched her fists in her lap. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You already knew that,” he replied smoothly.

“But… why?” she dem
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