His Forbidden Heiress

ers, heiresses, and tycoons. Alexander Wolfe stood at the edge of the room, swirling the amber liquid in his glass with a detachment that bordered on dis

t; it was hosted by Charles Harrington, his longtime rival and one of the few men who had ever outmaneuvered him in busines

sity between them hadn't dulled. So when an ornate gold-edged invitation arrived on Alexander's desk last w

his side stood a young woman in a flowing emerald-green gown, her beauty so striking that it caused the room to pause. He

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ognize

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ess Alexander had vowed never to exploit, no matter how tempting it was to bring down his rival. But tonight, she was no longer the reckless girl he reme

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les approached. He extended his hand, his e

ly, shaking the hand of the man h

es said, his eyes glinting with barely concealed

r's. For a brief moment, her composure faltered, and