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smile. You didn't come

room. He didn't blink or move. He just looked at me li

down on the beautiful mahogany table between

come here for

that I couldn't let my nerves show. Even

ive in the same house and go out in public together. No cheating." His eyes went back to mine, but this t

And no ques

shed through those icy gray eye

or this?" he asked. "The pre

. "You think I hav

oth realized that the agreemen

marry a woman for one year to inherit his father's u

t was to take reveng

d wrote his name with the smooth ease of

lds," he remarked as he slip

softly as I pic

as both broader and taller than I had anticipated. His presence effortlessly expelled the air from the room. He looked as if money defined his ap

pe him before I revealed any sig

voice halted

er. His jaw was stiff.

rmured, unable

I need my wife to be with me." There

roversy, and penned gossip columns. His marriage was

ring my

for one more sec

es

act for emotions" A warni

little bit. "I wouldn

d a contract binding me to kill

arrived. Not when I put the last picture of my dad in a leather bag. And not even when I looked in the mi

he bracelet, adorned with a beautiful diamond, exceeded my six-month rent. I turned it, an

elcomed me, opened the door, and gave me a stiff nod,

r the city, boasting glass walls, smooth shadows, and a serene atmosphere. It was the kind of s

and no grin. He looked like he was checking out n

ss the hall." He pointed to a door

take care of

ything else I should be careful a

. "Mind your business and

I'll find out your secr

stepped forward, his height and his upscale,

on't make it

t, I maintained my composure. "Then

e he was amused. Impressed? He turn

ack your thi

t closed behind me w

was clean, the windows were big, and the vista looked like it b

wasn't the one with my calendar or reminders

Enterprises buried him. Handwritten notes and hastily scribbled nu

he wrong people. He lost everything, including his business, his reputation, and his life.

thouse. The tranquility was almost perfect. I walked barefoot into the

ed his warning. Don't go near my office! But restrictions never stopped g

oorknob. It was open. "That was dumb and careles

ts and screens. The office smelt like leather and sandalwood, which is a strong,

and plaques shone dully on the shelf. Everything on the large desk in the middle of the room wa

utside the funeral for my father. That day was obvious in

reached for it, but a shadow moved

hear his voice just behind me. His voice was p

stood there with his sleeves rol

oved forward, narrowing the gap. "You th

this?" I attempted to speak stea

d my next words. Then he said absolutel