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she stammered. "Get to business," Mikhail said curtly, his voice devoid of warmth. The owner of the boutique hurried in, her face apologetic. "Oh, my God, Mr. Mikhail Morozov, I am so sorry. Please forgive us for not attending to you and your soon-to-be bride promptly." She rushed towards Donatella, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Come, I have wonderful dresses ready for you. Let me show you." The attendant brought in five exquisite gowns, each one more breathtaking than the last. The madam began to explain each dress, her voice filled with passion.

Johnson narrows her eyebrows and retorts, "You are practically seducing Mr. Bradford... Tell me, why the hell are you dressed in this attire?" Elizabeth takes a moment to gather her thoughts before responding, her voice steady and resolute. "Mrs. Johnson, with all due respect, Mr. Bradford has granted me permission to wear this. If he had any issue with my dress, he would have let me know." Mrs. Johnson clenches her jaw in anger, her frustration evident. "What are your intentions with Mr. Bradford, Elizabeth? Are you trying to seduce him?" She shakes her head in disapproval, ready to pass judgment. But before she can continue, her actions are halted by the cold, commanding voice of Dominic B

I told her carefully. “Definitely!” she replied. “I still have plans for us to go to Gun club. It’s the same place I took Smith to years back. It will be the best place for us to cure your trauma as well. That is if you trust me as usual.” “I don’t trust you one bit…” I told him savagely. ”Nice answer! Now, we will have to go…” ------------------ Bridget was very rigid with her choices. I had to follow her regardless of what I thought. It was hard on me but I had no choice.

As Ethan slid the contract across the table, the aroma of fresh coffee and muffins filled the room, a strange backdrop to what could be the start of a most unconventional adventure. Taking a deep breath, I began to read. Each word held the potential to alter the course of my life, to transform a struggling bakery into a roaring success, or to entangle me in a world of secrets and lies. The decision, it seemed, was mine to make. And as I scanned the legalese, a single question echoed in my mind: could a marriage of convenience ever lead to something real?

he said as he pulled the red box and I saw what it was. An engagement ring. Citrine. My favorite gem. I turned to look at Brad as I was trying to control my emotion but failed as I smiled at him. He smiled back before he took my hand and slid it on. I looked at it before he got out of the car. I sighed before he opened the door when the big oak door was opening. “Where is she?!” A feminine voice that called out when I saw the butler was stepping aside to let the mistress and master of the house walk out into the foyer.

James stammered, crawling backward. Akam crouched before him, his glowing eyes locking onto James. “nothing too personal.” James didn’t even have time to scream. Nellie Bridge – Heiress to the Bridge Empire and daughter of a billionaire senator Sir Muhammad Nellie paced her lavish bedroom, her phone pressed to her ear. She was deep in conversation with her fiancé, discussing their upcoming wedding. The sound of gunfire shattered the tranquility of the night. She froze, the phone slipping from her hand as her bodyguards’ shouts echoed through the house.

“He came with an alternative when I couldn’t produce the money immediately.” I sat up. “And what is that?” “My daughter’s hand in marriage in exchange for clearing my debt.” “Your daughter’s hand in marriage?” I repeated, then burst into laughter. This was exactly the kind of move I should have seen coming from my Luciano. “What has he been doing in France?” I muttered. “Sir?” “It is nothing. Reach out to her and let her know I want to meet her. Can you arrange that?” I asked, picking up my coffee.

The guard left, and my stomach sank to the floor. I wanted to scream at him. Throw the book at his head. But I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even breathe. The door opened again, and Bridget strolled in like she owned the room. Clicking heels. Blood-red dress. A fake smile on her lips. She didn’t spare me more than a glance, just enough to glare, before her attention was on Caspian. “Darling,” she purred, walking straight up to him and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

All I needed was space. Sebastian Spenser. The heir of Spenser cooperation and legitimate face of the family business. He is taking me as his bride because he needed me to give him an heir. Because my grandfather thought it was good for business. I stared down at my wedding dress. It is a heavy Ralph Lauren custom made ball. It was made up of the finest Chinese silk with a floral of white lilies. It is gorgeous, fancy and expensive. It was chosen by my mother. I would have preferred a simple yet elegant one but mother insisted I get this particular one. Only the best for the Spenser and Hastings union.