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elled like li
er throat, the other shoving her phone in my face. The screen showed
ry him," she gasped. "I love Marco.
through the door: "Sixty million dollars, Celeste! If Kaine pul
ne. The only difference was that Celeste had been born five minutes first, and that was enough for Dad to decide she w
o it," I said. It
in. Eight carats. Cold. "He won't know. Damian's met me twice.
ator knocked. "Two m
urple. "Celeste Marie, if
hem. My voice came out low, bored, exactly like Celeste's. I
k at me. He never d
lk down the aisle and say 'I do.' By the time he realizes, the papers will be signed. The me
as _The Wall Street Wolf_ on every business cover. Thirty-two. Ruthless. The
uld be worse. I'd seen it once, when Mom di
e," I
froze.
y bridesmaid dress. "But y
smelled like her perfume - jasmine and bad decisions. She pressed the bouquet in
"you hate coffee. You're allergic to shellfish. A
oors o
eras. A billion-dollar m
d of the aisle
itated. Like I was a late board meeting. His suit was blac
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