heavy oak doors of t
ver the massive expanse of white marble. She kicked off her heels. He
ing in the foyer. August had paid half a million dollars
hogany bookshelf, she pulled a thick encyclopedia
e of numbers. The heavy steel do
nd emeralds. She reached into the very botto
tters at the top read: Prenuptial and Fixed-T
messy signature of the late Baron Chambers III, and r
rner. She hit the copy button. The green light s
pled them together and placed the stack perf
. Heavy, rushed footsteps ec
e loose. The cloying scent of the hospital's VIP luxury candles
ing from the study and
ly," August snapped, his
pled contract across the smooth wood of the
at the cover page.
harsh, mocking laugh. He planted both hands o
al tonight was just a negotiation tactic, wa
him. Her eyes wer
said evenly. "The contra
d. Then, he threw his head back and la
This dramatic, attention-seek
ed the stack of papers. They flew off the des
r desperate games," he sai
, his phone buzzed. A custom r
opping into a sickeningly sweet, gentle
earpiece. "August... the doctor says there might b
un around, completely ignoring the papers
om the side table and spri
The sound echoed violently
hair. She looked at the scattered papers o
re page. She stared at the date, and a
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