THE BILLIONAIRE'S RELUCTANT BRIDE

storm cloud in the center of the penthouse. Selena sto

he deal that bled my

at wa

't just a

She'd walked into a gilded trap, signed h

wife. As

r you to finish your masterpiece of destruction? Or shoul

nreadable. "You're not a casualty, Sel

. "You say that like

apped in silk. "I chose you. Not just for

s that?" s

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et her swallowed whole. And because somewhere in the twiste

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ios

Charity Gala, M

handeliers dripping in crystals,

ant Bride, as the tension escalates in public, secrets stir beneath the surfac

welling through the air, and every eye in Manhattan watching them. Damien

She wore a red satin gown that hugged her like a secret. She

the room was a

s hand finding the small of

ile was picture-perfect. Her spine stiffened as his fingers re

I haven't cro

w them i

ng a fine job o

hether to be furi

In the

p on air. Champagne flutes sparkled.

atched-not just by photographers or socialites-but by her enemies. Da

ht, Mrs. Blackthorn," c

ties, salt-and-pepper hair, eyes l

stor. Ruthless. Alle

ckthorn yet," she

it won't matter once the headlines run.

"Ownership is an il

sharpened

ter, his smile polite but lethal.

ways curious what you

y around Selena's waist. "More

cle in her body was alert. That wa

nt for

Penthouse –

with tension. Selena stared

e to do that,"

ien asked, loo

ike yo

at her. "You

arriage was busi

w now, sharp. "You think power doesn't come with em

im. "You don't

ce like glass. "But I'm not indifferent either.

eath caught somewhe

Damien opened the door for her. Hi

ingered

Night – Sel

uldn't

over in her mind. Her father. Damie

-his hand, the

sk. She opened her laptop and pulled up enc

s archives. Bla

crets, she was g

ictim. She wouldn't

d be the one ho