A Marriage Deal With My Rival
She ended the call, and I shoved my phone into my purse, my lips tilting into a grin.
I’d met Dom five years ago at a tech convention. My company was meant to display our latest inventions that day, but my car had broken down on the way. He saw me struggling and helped me. From then on, we kept in close touch. Soon we were dating, and not long after, we were married.
It had been three years already, yet the memory still made my heart race.
Shoving my excitement down, I walked to the gates and pressed the doorbell. Once. Twice. Four times—before a guard finally walked out, a frown etched into his face. He didn’t seem familiar. Had Dom changed the guards or something?
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