(Amara)The door to my office bursts open, and I look up to find Rayner standing there.He strides toward me, his pace hurried, his expression tense enough to make my chest tighten.I lean back in my chair, forcing myself to remain calm. “I don’t think there’s any reason for you to be here, Mr. Rayner Sinclair.”A bitter scoff tears through him.“Marriage? Really?”“Why?” I hold his gaze, refusing to let him see how much his presence unsettles me. “Am I not allowed to get married? Last I can remember, I’m free to do whatever I want with my life.”“It’s marriage we’re talking about here, Amara.”“Yes, I know.”“Then why are you agreeing to this?” His voice rises with disbelief. “How can you accept a marriage to him of all people? To Lorenzo?”A humorless smile touches my lips.“Good to know you’re only bothered about whom I’m getting married to and not the fact that I’m getting married at all.”“Amara, you know that’s not what I mean. You know—”I lift my hand, stopping him before he c
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