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t marry a
with the wilting lilies-smashed against the marble floor. Glass skittered across the
van Carlisle IV is nothing! A crippl
pressed into a thin white line. She pointed a manicured finger at the do
rlisle-Turner Family Merger and Marriage Agreement.
"In return, the Turner Group's debts get wiped cle
ung in the air-five percent. Enoug
reatening letters, without hushed phone calls. But then came
Her fingers dug in. "Mom, please," she whisper
For a moment, she seem
lit her tear-streaked cheeks. She lean
we hav
ater. Diane's expression froze, then sl
t to his feet. "No!" His voice was a ro
ntion of his adopted daughter, something old and strong flickered in his eyes.
Diane shot back. "No one will question it. They
es have only ever seen me at events. They don't know what Chloe loo
e've built turn to dust? Do you want to be on the street? Karyn's future-ruined." She gestured around
sers, her face a perfect portrait of a heartbroken daughter. "Daddy, ple
y of overdue bills piled on his desk, pressed down on him. He cove
be able to tell the difference." The groom's supposed weakness became the cor
remembered the small, quiet girl he'd brought home from the orphanage. The promis
she was connected to the Carlisles through her sis
th the terror of ruin, was too much. H
voice came out a hoarse whi
sn't
was done. They began whispering, hashing out details. They'd use Chloe'
ened," Diane murmured, already crafting the
ng. He was a coward, and he knew it. In the gilded cage of his living room
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