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She sighed. “It’s a long story.” “Then start talking.” For the next twenty minutes, Tatiana explained. Not everything. Not Lucien’s guilt. Not the accident. But enough. The contract marriage. Her siblings. Miranda. The threats. The protection. The symbol. The photo. By the time she finished, Adrian looked furious. Not shocked. Not confused. Furious. “You’re living with him?” Tatiana frowned. “Technically.” “You signed a marriage contract with a billionaire you barely know?”

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"Scarlett, I heard about your sister's situation, and I wanted to help. I've decided to fund her treatment, and I'll take care of all the expenses." Scarlett couldn't believe it. She was so overwhelmed with gratitude that tears started to well up in her eyes. "Thank you so much, Damian. You have no idea how much this means to me and my family. I don't know how to thank you enough," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. But even as Damian made this generous offer, Scarlett couldn't shake the feeling that there was something cold and ruthless about him. She couldn't help but wonder what he expected in return for his kindness. Damian was known for being a shrewd businessman who never did an

He pinned my other hand against the wall. "Boyfriend, huh?" he sneered. "I still don't believe you. You and your sneaky little brother have planned this. There's no way you'd be involved with that billionaire. He told you about them didn't he? You're lucky to even be born a Cunningham." "I don't care what you think or what you're talking about. I hate being Cunningham." His eyes narrowed. "How did you manage to get the guy to come here, huh? I almost want to believe in whatever scheme you're plotting. Did he even know who you are?"

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

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Just lips, just breath, just them. Isabel closed her eyes and whispered, “Who would have known me coming to have a baby for a billionaire would have a happy ending.” And with that, she broke the fourth wall and smiled right at you, the reader, like she had been waiting to say it all along.

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I asked, throat warm. He shrugged, cheeks flushing. “Not long. I started when you told me you wanted Tuesdays. I thought about the smallness of it. I thought about the little ways that keep people from disappearing in their own lives. That sketch? It’s a promise for all the tiny things I want to do with you.” My hands covered the page like a lover would cover a face. The ridiculousness of a billionaire drawing stick-figure children with a pencil pressed into his knuckles made my heart trip in a way that was both humiliating and delicious. I had been given a private catalog of his softest wishes.

And when she came, he pulled her against his chest and thrust up into her, hard and brutal, until he exploded inside her with a groan. Then he stood. Carried her, still joined, to the window. Pushed her against the glass. And fucked her one last time with the city lights below them. ⸻ When he finally let her go, she slid to the floor—used, sore, ruined. He bent, kissed her forehead. “Your job’s almost over.” She blinked up at him, dazed. “You’ll miss me when I’m gone,” he said. And walked away. No apology. No affection. Just a billionaire who got what he wanted— And left her needing more.