The car was quiet. I leaned back against the leather seat, watching the streets slide past outside.My fever still hadn't completely broken, but my mind was clear."No regrets?" Ronan asked, resting one hand on the steering wheel."No," I said softly.Honestly, what Ronan had offered me was unbelievably generous.He was giving me shares in some of the Farrellys' core businesses, and the agreement explicitly stated that we'd keep out of each other's personal lives. If I wanted out after three years, he wouldn't stand in my way.He didn't need a real wife. He just needed someone presentable, sensible, and unaffiliated with rival families, someone who could keep the press, socialites, and relatives from pressuring him to settle down off his back.And I needed a clean break from my past.It was a fair trade. We both got what we wanted.Half an hour later, we had our marriage certificate in hand.I looked down at the certificate for a long moment.For seven years, I'd done everyt
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