Married To My Fiancé's Enemy
Marcus sat right beside her, his chest puffed out, staring at Adrian with the hungry, eager eyes of a hyena waiting to feed on a fallen lion.
But Adrian didn't look like a fallen lion. He sat completely still, his broad shoulders relaxed, his large hands resting flat on the mahogany table. He didn't look at the judge, or at the federal agents lining the walls. His silver eyes were fixed entirely on Lila’s back, tracking the subtle, powerful movement of her body with a dark, burning adoration. He trusted her completely.
Lila reached into her leather briefcase, her movements smooth, slow, and agonizingly deliberate. She didn't look like a woman facing defeat. She looked like an executioner set
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