Flash Marriage To The Billionaire CEO

smear of silver and black. Elena Carter sat frozen at the corner of

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ttered in one brutal moment. She had walked in early, a take-out coffee in one ha

threw back in one gulp. She laughed under her breath - cold, sharp, humorl

get, dinner at seven. The man I told you about will be ther

husband without romance, without heartbreak. A name

raging inside her chest. The maître d' recognized her name immediately and escorted her

cupied. And the man sitting ther

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empires. His tailored suit sat perfectly on a frame that spoke of power and disciplin

le at the next table lowered their voices to a whisper. Whoeve

in place. They were cold, gray as winter steel, y

low baritone, calm but carrying an edge that could

ite him. She held her chin high, forcing her voice steady eve

brow arc

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to her own ears - but satisfying. For

nking of cutlery and soft jazz fr

to a slow, dangerous smil

id, crossing her arms. "I just need a

d an amused edge. "That's not a

t on his angular cheekbones, the perfectly controlle

care who

lingered, sharp enough to m

lt through her body. He'd already done his h

last, offering his hand

e billionaire CEO the media called The Devil in a Suit. A man who built an empire from nothing,

t her voice even. "Fine. So wh

for the wine bottle, pouring two glasses with precise, unhurried movements.

halfway. If you become my wife, Elena, you don't

h catch. A chill ran down her spine - not

smirk. "So you

her, testing how far her courage went. "

hot back, not missing a beat. "

smile. "Oh, I'm many things, Elena C

glass. "To bo

spark zipping through her fingers at t

asses. The storm outside raged louder, wind howling against the window

was supposed to be simple. Clean. A m

opping to a dangerous whisper. "Let's play thi

d, his breath war

a wife, I neve

zzed. He glanced at the screen once, hi

d simply. "I have more important busi

ood, extending his hand t

esitated

To buy you a ring. Unless you expe