“I’m offering you fifty million dollars to become my wife.” Elena blinked. For a moment, she was sure she had misheard him. The man sitting across from her in the small, cluttered office of Lang Events didn’t look like someone who joked. Everything about him was controlled — the perfectly tailored black suit that fit his broad shoulders like it was made for intimidation, the calm, almost indifferent expression on his sharp, handsome face, and the quiet authority that made the air in the room feel heavier. “I need a wife,” he said simply, his voice low and steady, the kind that didn’t need to rise to be heard. “You need money. This is a transaction.” Elena let out a short, disbelieving laugh and leaned back in her chair, studying him more carefully. Men like him didn’t walk into small offices like hers unless they wanted something, and technically, he was here because of her. “You’re the one whose wedding I ‘ruined,’ remember?” she said, her tone edged with sarcasm. “So l
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