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What a beautiful and classic hall to enjoy a snowy morning or afternoon in the mountains of North Carolina! “Hi Monica, long time no see. You look incredibly beautiful.” “Shanon! You haven't changed at all either. Still as petite as you were before.” They hugged each other and talked nostalgically about the past. “This is my husband, Brandon O'brien.” “Hi, I’m Shanon. Pleased to meet you, Mr. O'brien." “Call me just Brandon. And pleased to meet you too.” “Shanon, where is your husband?” "Tsk, my husband can't come here because he has some work that can't be left behind."

"Kael... you shouldn't be here. They'll call the police. Eleanor…” "Forget them," he interrupted, his voice urgent but softer now. He brushed a limp strand of hair from my forehead, his touch far gentler than the initial pull. "I didn't come empty-handed. This is bigger than their games, Sarah. A huge contract came through my studio yesterday. A big businessman in the city, Victor Harrington, the real estate mogul behind those waterfront towers, needs an interior designer for his new flagship property. A luxury penthouse complex, full custom work. Textures, lighting, art integration, the whole vision. He's seen your old portfolios, the ones from our collaborative shows before your marriage.

she whispered into his ear. “She’s not a prop,” he repeated, gritting his teeth. Lydia turned on her heels and walked back toward the table. "Tonight. Seven o’ clock," she said, picking her purse from the table. "The Ashford Foundation Gala." She looked at Nora, then back at him. "Let the world see that Cain Ashford has moved on. If she can survive a night without everyone realizing she’s a paid actor, then maybe, just maybe, we won't call for a vote of no confidence on Monday morning."

She didn't deny the statement. Theo continued without hesitation, "And I need a wife to maintain my company's reputation." His strong hand reached for a document atop the desk, then placed it gently before Hazel. The white paper looked simple, but Hazel knew its contents were likely more complex than they appeared. "This is a business marriage," he said flatly. "Nothing more, nothing less." The word "marriage" echoed in Hazel's head, making her world shake violently. Marriage? This must be a joke.

Victoria: "And what about us? What happens to us when your contract is up?" Alexander: "You know you're the only one I actually care about. Emma's just business." The words hit like physical blows. I couldn't breathe. "That's not...he wouldn't..." But it sounded exactly like him. His voice, his cadence, his tone. "Ms. Ashford claims Mr. Knight planned this entire arrangement to access his trust fund, which requires him to be married. She says he's been manipulating you from the beginning, and that once he secures his inheritance, he intends to divorce you and leave you with nothing."

“It's easy. I want an Hallmark movie type of love, you know? Nothing short of the perfect Cinderella moment. A man that'll come along and sweep me off my feet. Literally. So, until then, it's just me, myself and I.” Hallmark kind of love, huh? Yeah, that was exactly what she deserved. I wondered what kind of man would be able to win her over with those conditions. Brock could. He was unpredictable. The image of him sweeping her off her feet and twirling her around in the air made my blood run cold. No. “Elena!” She looked up and beamed, saying to me as I turned to see who'd called her. “It's him. Mr. Windsor my editor.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I suppose it's time to socialize some m

Bentley pointed out. “Once we were married, yes. I was a bastard to her as well. Her sweetness changed me.” I scrubbed my face, feeling weary, all the joy of the day eclipsed by this event. “The name Juliet Brennan sounded familiar, but there is no solid memory of her—at least, not yet.” “You’re in shock,” Maddox said, his look of understanding almost breaking me.

Zoe walked into ‘the Vogue Vision’ fashion show dressed in a very elegant emerald dress and silver stones around her neck. The shutter sound of the camera was almost deafening but she had her best smile on as always. She wasn’t surprised that a lot of the media wanted to take pictures of her face because not only was she a beauty to behold, she was the daughter of Margery Madrigal and also the wife of Avery Trent.

What does hiring a wife have to do with losing an inheritance? " He's offering a hundred million dollars. " I froze. A hundred what? " What?! Why is he going as far as offering his whole inheritance just to hire a wife? " Xander chuckled , making me raise an eyebrow. "Ana , I promise you , a hundred million dollars is not even up to a quarter of his whole inheritance " Wait, what? That makes him a.... billionaire?! Xander cleared his throat, " Do you know Howard Inc.? " Howard Inc.? "Howard Inc? As in Howard Construction,Howard Motors, Howard-- " I tried guessing.

Elaina showed thumbs up to the couple, Pihoo and Aiden. Pihoo, the radiant bride, exuded timeless beauty and charm in her Western wedding attire. Her white gown was a masterpiece of lace and satin, adorned with delicate beading and a flowing train that trailed gracefully behind her. A veil framed her face, adding an air of mystique to her look. Her hair was elegantly styled, and her makeup highlighted her natural features, making her a vision of bridal perfection.