Billionaire's Eternal Vow

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leaned back in his chair, watching me li

is lips, but it didn't reach h

n," he murmured, as if

o remain neutral. Every instinct in me screamed that

d yes to

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with a man who saw marriage as n

ready su

ping a single manicured finger on the cover. "Everything is

g through the pages, my p

f the C

will last exa

lessandro DeLuca's penthouse fo

required to maintain the

airs or relationship

ibits Sienna from discussing the

10 million will be given upo

llowe

ransaction. A calculated deal between two peop

g around the contract. "What ha

but there was something sharp, someth

t," he sa

"That's not

ou break the contract, you get nothing

for my father'

mach t

ted

ly where he wanted me-trap

ng around the pages. "I'll sign it a

sed a brow. "S

I know exactly wha

musement. "A wise de

s. DeLuca- sent a shar

t. Not until I

hat in his kingdom of glass towers and

Even if it was

shed the contract back toward me. "Fine," he mur

d in my stomach, but I

tiffly, standing from my chair but before I coul

e," he sa

my eyes narrowi

the desk, his gaze locked onto mine with an inten

," he said. "You'll be

y went

cou

r business deals behind closed doors. They

eep my voice even. "

ark, and the sound sent a slow

murmured. "And we already discus

sta

ng around the contract, resisting the ov

ising inside me and forced my li

in

smirk widen

is assistant, a woman named Claire, handed me

I asked, narr

ing pitiful in her gaze, like she already kn

s you to wear this

arply, my pulse sp

strolled out of his office, buttoning t

his physique was all lean, hard muscle, the kind of strength t

r. Control. A man who neve

o said smoothly, eyes glinting. "I

ust sign contracts and call it a day. They had t

tight smile

hen you break the contract. And we already

the box from Claire's hands

hat Changed

side the box

e to fit a woman with curv

too revealing for someone who was

breath catching. I look ver

would want on his arm. A woman who

away. This wasn't about him. This was

the door

ice slid through the crack li

my shoulde

Meets Mr

in chandeliers, gold accents, and crystal glasses filled with champagne

through the cro

Sienna

Alessandro De

not his

r back, his touch light but firm, a

isting the urge

room, a pair of sharp gr

lla M

ro's ex-

o marry before their scanda

ro, then to me, and a slow,

contract marriage a

e the billionaire's