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till wet, but the prison sente
oked small and fragile against the bold, imposing block letters of her new husband’s legal counsel. Beneath it, the line wh
ook at her face; he only watched her hand, as if terrified she might pull the pen away. "And the title deed to your family home rest
h a polite word
cal bills, the eviction notice taped to her mother's front door, and the cold, unyielding reality
fingers shook slightlyâ€"not from fear, sh
eadying as the nib touched the paper. She si
ding a velvet-lined box across the table. Inside rested a heavy, custom-des
ed, already packing his briefcase. "He prefers punctuality. You will b
rced the Lagos night like a
y cold. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls wrapped around the penthouse, offering a panoramic, dizzying view of the glittering city
voice cut throu
a f
piano, a tall, imposing figure
kin catching the faint, cool glow of the night lights. His eyesâ€"dark, calculating, and intensely sharpâ€"fixed on her with a predatory assessment that made ev
refusing to shrink under his gaze. She lifted her
s tailored jacket. He stopped just inches away, towering over her. His gaze drop
gravelly baritone that sent a shiver down her spine. "In this house, rules are absolute. You are
e arm with a possessive, heavy touch. A jolt of electric curren
, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, "and you'll find out
high-pitched beep echoed from a concealed securit
s impenetrable facadeâ€"and Maya realized with a chilling certainty that whatever secrets w
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