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Wedded to the enemy

Chapter 2 The Price Of Protection

Word Count: 1086    |    Released on: Today at 01:28

ould have. She stared at the marriage contract in front of he

" she muttered again,

k, arms crossed, eyes unreadable. "You sai

racked. "But this

or divorce. You get your reputation back, I

you get in

"The satisfaction of

allowe

do anything without a deeper motive, and Elena knew it. This wasn't just

old stare haunted her

was the

ned her name at the bottom of t

a man accepting a business merger. "The lawyers will handle the rest. W

she echoed,

n't cooling down, and I'm not spending the ne

a drumbeat in her ear

lf. "Probably. But you'r

her to Damien for the first time. She'd worn a silver dress. He

ry someone who treats peopl

'd replied smoot

no longer a

ng exactly w

ead in her steps. As the doors cl

ss conference tomorrow. Yo

pa

fian

ted to

ing, the worl

gathered in front of the marble steps of Blackwe

into the crook of his arm, their fingers to

s all a p

er curves in all the right places. Her mak

ted the art of

and tailored. He looked every inch the billionaire groo

kwell, is this engagement a c

bsolutely not. Elena and I have been seeing each other privately fo

as he spoke, and sh

ot

harade was a

eo?" another

that man wasn't me. I have no reason to sne

, caught in t

was how easily he said it. Like

crowd at

opped up wi

d Elena Carter Annou

s a Misundersta

mance: A Billion-D

felt

Damien led her back into the tower with a hand on her lower b

he air

ell," he said, not

d tightly. "But I've had practic

he next six months, you'll be under constant surveillance. Paparazzi. Soci

aybe you should start acting like someone

n his expression-amusement? Annoyan

d. "You might end up

awake in the guest roo

mmediately. Optics, he said

its owner. Glass walls, sharp lines, no warmth. Ever

artment. Her real

uppet in a billi

ck came at

rt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled to h

m him, her fing

she said

dn't

w-was it really just a fling? The man in the

over. He's not part

d sharply. "That kind of ghos

n her throat. "

yours," he said simply. "And I

ooked

dle it,"

eplied. "I don't t

then paused. "Sleep

e closed door lo

se sh

told him

she hadn't dared ad

ien ever f

not just

t destr

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