The Billionaire's Captive Bride

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to raise his vo

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o the door, heart pounding like she was tipt

silent. Not even

l of her own breath into the main sitting

wasn'

set neatly on the table. Covered dishes.

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idn't

gry for anythi

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like it belonged on a fashion magazine set-mirrors, white sofas, racks of gowns in gar

d coolly. "I'm Marianne. Mr. Blackwood has reque

uest anything

ready moving toward the zipper of I

napped against her s

gown-each more opulent and tailor

re diamonds before breakfast bu

like she belonged to him b

o could make you f

as startin

the mask fin

table set for two. The chef had served a delicate filet migno

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on t

a few murmured instructions to

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at this morni

ook up. "I w

here to star

t here to obey. Smile. Dres

ened. "You ag

looking up. "I agreed to save

he moment you sign

table, silverware clattering.

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olling," he said. "But you shou

the cameras in my room? For being treated like a s

otectin

ou're punishing me for s

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days, something in his p

sh the innoce

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ked on hers.

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hat he meant. But she s

had

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ay before sh

ring a silk robe she hadn't chosen, brushing h

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from

somethi

st a monster. He was a man. And mons

to keep des

safer t

he one woman I couldn't save made the w

now who she

now what she

is place-this marriage-t

she would survive the