The Billionaire’s Contract Bride
I said to him, prying my hand free from Adrian's, not because I didn't want to be near him, but because I couldn't breathe.
"I mean," Damian went on, circling around us like a vulture, "do you even know who you are? Or who you aren't? Because as far as I recall, you are just a contract wife. A pawn, a means to an end."
"Damian!" Adrian said, his tone as sharp as a knife, "Leave. Now."
"Oh, come on," he laughed, tossing up his hands in feigned innocence. "I'm not here to cause trouble. Just to remind little Val here not to get too comfortable."
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