The President’s Contracted Bride
The next morning, Katarina paced up and down her new room. If the situation were different, she'd be in love with this house.
Last night, he left her hanging after making that ridiculous statement. Now, she was torn. Should she leave or stay and marry a man she knew nothing about, not even his name?
The door creaked open, and Orion, her savior's assistant, entered the room. "Hi," Katarina muttered, her gaze drifting from his face to the file in his hand.
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