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The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

Oliver said While we were talking the sales assistant came out with some books put in a wooden box. He opened the wooden box and pulled out some books. He did not allow us to touch them with bare hands, he just put some gloves on his hands and then started taking them out of the box. He had “pride and Prejudice” and “Persuasion & Love and Friendship” written by Jane Austin, he had “Wuthering Heights” written by Emily Jane Bronte and there it was “EMILY OF NEW MOON”. With Frontispiece in Color by M.L. Kirk (SIGNED). This was the book we did not see in the first editions and this was one of them. - I will take this one. He does not have that one does he, Emma? Alice asked

, she added giving me the dress that she chose. Who is the bride? Me. And who makes the decisions? Her. I love her to death but she is getting too bossy with me as always. "Okay, anything else?", I ask her. Note the sarcasm. "Yes, make sure the ring is always on your finger no matter what", she says to me not caring about the sarcastic remark I made. Before I could say anything, I could see Jameela peeping into my room trying to come inside. "Jameela, you can come in", I call out to her making Sameera glare at her. "Sam, behave", I whisper to her.

The car pulled away from the curb, and Millbrook waited four hours further down the road, closer now than it had been an hour ago, and somehow further away than ever. Bertrand looked up from his phone, his face pale in the afternoon light, the color draining out of it the way it does when a person hears something they have waited too long to hear. "Ashgrove Manor says there's a resident named Ruth Preston," he said slowly. "Ninety four years old. Admitted under her married name. Her maiden name, according to their records, was Caldenwood." I turned to Alexander, my breath catching in my chest. "That's not Aldric," I whispered. "That's someone who knew him." "Or someone who loved him," Alexan

The touch is light, brief, probably looks chivalrous to anyone watching. It makes my skin crawl. He sits across from me, immediately signaling a waiter. "Champagne. The Cristal." "Of course, Mr. Cross." We're alone at our table, but I'm acutely aware of eyes on us. Other diners glancing over. Recognizing him. Assessing me. Wondering if I'm worth the Cross fortune. "They're staring," I whisper. "They're curious." Lucien leans back in his chair, perfectly relaxed. "Lucien Cross's mysterious bride. The woman who appeared out of nowhere and landed one of the city's most eligible bachelors."

Luck had been with me yesterday when I realized I had everything taken care of, except for the dress. I had walked into a random bridal shop and fell in love with the dress they had on display. After trying it on, I knew it was perfect. The only thing I hadn’t liked was the price, but I had already decided that I wasn’t going to care about what I had to spend, as long as I could make the wedding happen.

he says. “It doesn't matter. You would have come ten years later, and it would still be this way, Dante. My heart, it’s solely yours.” He smiles and leans in again, and our lips press together, moving as one. Once, I was the bride he bought , a woman trapped in a bargain made out of power and pride, just so we could save our parents. Now, I’m the woman he chose. And this time, it isn’t a transaction, neither is it because of anyone else.

“I’m beginning to see why he’s so taken with you. Unlike all the women I’ve seen him with before, you have principles. But trust me, principles will only carry a girl so far. If I were you, I’d snap this place up in a heartbeat. Then I’d snap him up, too. He’s a prize catch, sweetie. Nail the deal and the man before they slip through your fingers and you spend the rest of your life regretting it. This is New York! Beautiful women are throwing themselves at him all the time. And I’m sure he won’t be around for long if you’ll keep acting like the freaking Joan of Arc.” “All this… I feel like he’s just trying to buy me.” “My God, this is such an inexcusable crime!” Bridget exclaimed sarcastical

When I saw the name *Freda Elizabeth Harrington* on a birth certificate, I almost put the book down. This isn't possible. Adams was my last name, not Harrington. The sound of footsteps forced me to close the book before I could comprehend what I was seeing. Marcel was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and a cunning look on his face as I turned around. With a mocking tone, he enquired, "Finding something interesting?" My thoughts were racing as I held the book close to my chest. "Just taking a look around." He took a step forward, his eyes keen. "Freda, you should exercise caution. You risk getting into danger if you dig too deep.

Charlotte asked coldly. "To make a deal with you Miss Brooks," Sebastian answered, straight to the point. He wasn't one to beat around the bush when it came to business matters plus he wanted to get the hell out of Charlotte's house. "Deal? What deal?" Charlotte asked, confused. She wondered why Sebastian was talking about a deal. She had nothing she could offer to him. "A marriage deal. Let's get married to each other...." "Are you crazy or something?!" Charlotte flared up. "I already said I'm not getting married to you so... "