ELENA One year ago, I walked into Adrian De Luca's mansion looking for a job. I was desperate. Broke. Terrified. I thought I was going there to become a personal assistant. Instead, I became his wife. A fake wife. At least, that was how it started. Now I stood in front of a mirror wearing a white wedding dress. Again. But this time, everything was different. There was no contract waiting on the table. No five-million-dollar payment. No threat. No lie. Only love. My father knocked on the door. "Ready?" I smiled. "Almost." He looked at me. "You look like your mother." Tears filled my eyes. "I wish she could see this." "She can." He kissed my forehead. "She's here in everything you've become." I smiled. Then the doors opened. Music began. I walked down the aisle. At the end stood Adrian. He wasn't wearing black. For the first time, he wore white. His eyes never left mine. When I reached him, he took my hands. "You came." I laughed. "I told you I wou
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