Married To The Devil's Heir

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led dangerously composed, like the lull before a storm. His presence

nder rumbled in the distance, but inside the boardroom, the air was unnaturally still sharp, cold, and painfully steri

t beat unevenly, not because of the document, but because of the man seated across from her

ge contract," she said, he

the leather chair c

You need money. I need a wife for a year at least.

k smile, masking her pain behind a veil of pride. "Is that what you do now? Turn marriage into a boardroom transact

his gaze with dignity. "Why me?" He rose slowly-tall, broad-

s authority. "Because you're desperate, obedient... and con

e had left. She felt like a pawn-disposable, replaceable. "An

ebris." He turned to leave, but paused at the door. His back remained turned. "One more thing

er tone. "You think I'd want your love?" He smir

s the point? She picked up the pen. Each stroke of ink felt like a branding iron a

passion, or warmth. But she didn't sign for love. She s

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ams had no place anymore. She had sold them all in ex

world woke up to b

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d glamour, the truth was this: She became Mrs.

for love, but boug

ore the ink of this contract becomes a chain too heavy to bear? Because somewhere, beneath all the si