Married To My Fiancé's Enemy
The sound was soft, almost imperceptible, but Adrian snapped his head up instantly.
Lila stepped into the library. She had finally washed off the grime and terror of the previous night, shedding her wrinkled, blood-stained clothes for a black fitted gown that fit her like a glove, exposing the clean lines of her shoulders, and her dark hair was swept back, giving her the appearance of the brilliant, untouchable legal "Shark" who had once terrified corporate boards. But beneath the exterior, her face was entirely pale, stripped of all color. Her lips were pressed into a thin, unyielding line, and her hands were tucked behind her back, not out of arrogance, but out of a desperate, clawing need
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