ors slid shut,
son's presence. The cold, woodsy scent of his cologne mix
ical distance. Her eyes remained glued to the digital
s gaze dragged over the sharp, defensive lines of h
a husband,
tone that vibrated against the meta
r eyes turned into twin daggers, h
, her voice dripping with ice. "And
pocket of his tailored suit and pulled out a heavy, gold-emboss
just dropped her gaze to
on Ra
of one of the most terrifyingly powerful financial dyn
riage," Bronson offered, cu
o block your uncle's forced arrangement. In exchange, you act the
n kicked in
her hand. But more importantly, her mother's will had a specific clause: the tru
r that clause. She could rip her mother's
tly into Bronson's aggressive, pre
n affection or twisted pity. There was only the cold, hard calcu
k of emotion was exact
chimed. The
n to reveal the bu
te, gentlemanly gesture toward the exit,
h, letting the cold lo
," sh
ner of Bronson's mouth. He stepped out of the eleva
him through th
bled to pull open the heavy glass doors. The b
ed Maybach was alread
and opened the heavy door himself, his postu
her head and slid into the luxu
idn't look at the driver, just issued
ay from the curb, merging into
er pulse was steady. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her life w
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