Billionaire's Deception

e stack of papers in front of her. The sleek, glass-topped table stretched between he

eiling windows, casting sharp shadows across the polished floors. It was the kind of room where million-d

she was o

ense legal text. She had already read through it twice the night before, had tossed

ear agr

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ackage that coul

it clear-once the year was up, she would disap

yet somehow it felt like s

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m draped over the side, fingers idly tapping against the table. He looked c

he could bar

nt to confirm-there's no way for

hed Marco's lips. "Worr

her shoulders. "I

oward his lawyer, a sharply dressed man who h

his end of the agreement. That includes financial support, public appearances

he end of

e your settlemen

slowly. One ye

a second, then pressed it to the paper,

the pen from her fingers be

as d

te was

nto a folder before rising from his seat. "I'll h

the room, leaving Ad

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ing his fingers against th

t him. "Like I ju

him. "You're more dra

k her chair. "If we're d

thoritative. He gestured toward the door

froze.

needs to know that we're engaged. There's a gala tonight-every e

h twisted.

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than this worl

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one wrong move would shatter the c

reality. "I'll have a dress sent

frowned.

ebox of an apartment anymore. You'll move into

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it wa

this, Adriana. That means sharing the same space, showing up together, looking like a rea

that he

iving under the same ro

d, as if reading her mind. "You can loc

chin. "I wasn't w

deepened

she ignored it. "Fine," she m

htening his jacket. "It's a

. "You went thr

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personal belongings made her stomach churn, but she

Marco reminded he

e strode out of the room, lea

igned the

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