Trapped By The Billionaire's Vicious Vows

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e lace skirt for the tenth time. The penthouse was silent,

this city

rs ago. His storm-gray eyes had held hers during the ceremony. Inten

rried Juli

was no longer just a small-town designer

mpagne chilled in an ice bucket. It was

t had to c

. The candles burned lowe

in. He was a busy man. A CEO.

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lly clicked open,

as h

looding through her. A smile broke acros

lia

't look

re, loosening his tie with a violent tu

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ds. Fla

. "Sign what? It's

eyes that had held hers during the ceremony-were de

step back

lly think this wa

them in her chest, her stomach. "We got

small-town sob story until she forced this ridiculous union on me. You saw an opp

eyes burned. "Evelyn was kind to me. The

" His voice dropped.

he envelope. Di

. While she still wo

N

rise crossed his

let me stand at that altar and believe in something. I

le

was the coldest thi

on. Your mother's savings." He leaned in, his breath hot against he

d turned

her fingertips to her heart, like someo

would

like it came from

brushing her ear, his voice so

e truth. There was no hesitation th

y her parents.

Only the cold light of Manhattan filtered through t

eam wa

trembled so violently she coul

m f

ignature line.

the paper, blurring t

't wipe

of a second, his jaw tightened-something flickering in his eyes that was gone be

was back. Cold

a button

e master be

two maids appeared. Julian was

this family." He paused, his hand on the doorframe, still not loo

hut behind him. A

nto the floor. Her sketchbooks. Her clothes. Her underwe

ust stood there in her wedding d

ief, something els

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n thought he h

as w