No Escape from the Billionaire’s Contract
Or, at least, that was the convenient lie she had been telling herself for the past week.
Kaelen set the old ring down on the mahogany table without another thought. Then, he lifted the new topaz-cut diamond into the light.
The sharp overhead LED light caught the precise edges of the stone. Instantly, the small viewing suite seemed to explode into thousands of tiny, dancing flashes of light. Brilliant beams of silver, pure white, and crystalline light reflected off the gemstone, dancing across the fabric of the walls, illuminating the ceiling, and casting sharp shadows across the planes of Kaelen's face.
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