THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT BRIDE

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ounds were the soft clinks of silverware against porcelain

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ook up. "Would you

married couples t

rk. "Most married couples

ened around he

mile. "Right. Ho

er over the rim of his glass. "If you

p appearances, stay out of his way, pretend to be the perfect wife in public. But ther

we have to pretend to be madly in love, may

brow. "You want t

she sai

down. "Fine. As

ted him to agree so easily. "Alri

aw ticked. "Are w

es. "It's a simple

ing back in his

he muttered. "

tched. "What

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is head sli

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if weighing her words. Then, just as

g else?"

ips. "Fine. What's

. The air aroun

ly, and when he finally did, his

linked.

und up. I made a name for myself. But power is f

raw in his tone that

he pushed his chair back a

t, the walls

away, his broad shoulders d

d leaned back

puzzle-one she wasn't s

eling she wouldn

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room was like something out of a dream-silk sheets, a mattress tha

t didn't e

, her mind still tangled wit

into a simple white blouse and jea

d into the kitchen wh

e up e

vy suit, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand. He looked as

to the routine," she said, mo

is coffee. "We hav

oze. "An

It's our first public appe

tened. She wasn'

do I need to d

ar the dress I had sent to your room. You'll smile, be

sharply. "An

"Try not to

ed her jaw.

she said sweetly, adding ext

ing his coffee down. "I

rned and walked out, leaving he

s going to

sure if she was