The Billionaire's Reluctant Wife

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e hallway

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down her spine. Every set

idently dressed in a rose-red gown that clung to her

ize of the evening is here. A rare fin

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," a voice whisper

etter, another

he wasn't some item to be sold; her nails dug into her pal

ulled her in, s

if you try it". Her heart r

stina's voice rang out, brea

after the other. Abigail barely heard

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ized at the commanding voice that had delivered the

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to her, steady, indif

ed. A generous bid from M

n. He cut

d through the room.

lse pounded

del

with her father's debt, and with the

and Abigail's f

--

the scent of expensive cologne and polished wood filled the air, but it did nothing to calm the storm inside her. They st

ny leather couch, her heart poun

'm not here to touch you

t jacket was unbuttoned now; the top of his firm white shirt was loosened just enough to

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a pro

ink down, stepp

ft her lungs. I own every penny your father owed, he con

nched. This is not

You are not meant for those men out there. Clara knew

ill ran th

ured. Luke studied her for a

choice" Stay here and let the

rd, and if I leave?

y wife, unde

Luke's words settled over

s if he was offering her a job,

You must be insane if you t

g out a black folder. With a flip of his hand, he opene

aid, sliding i

ing is

n her lap, she wasn't touching

le you can't even imagine. His gaze swept over her cheap dress, the bru

d? He didn't hesitate. Then you stay

eam echoed from the hallway. Abigail fr

n, his voice

you off piece by piece. He

you think yo

lt her thr

pered, This is not some co

htfully. I do believe in coin

ils into her h

thing flashed in his eye

e you'r

in his tone sent ch

ear, you marry me, follow my rules,

contract. One year,

his seat, straightening his sleeve buttons as if t

k startled t

th became fast and shallow. One hour. Luke whis

clicked b

ith a contract that wo