Six Months Trial Marriage: Married To The Industry Devil

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sheer presence of the man-wealth and power distilled into

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istry open at this hour-something most people couldn't arrange in a lifetime.

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on her. He studied her for a long moment, as

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on Miss Tyla Parker," Ju

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nearby armchair, a cup of coffee in h

ened between us last night. You were i

us night reassembling in her mind. The betr

rried now?" she asked

e terms last night, but you were, understandably, in

age?" Tyla ech

rriage remains confidential. After that period, we dec

nd the reason for the trial period? You want to..

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ly. "My sister booked me a roo

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he couldn't see. "

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g beneath her calm exterior. "How d

ions, Tyla. Just get to the r

right. I'll do it-for us,

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