The Billionaire's Captive Bride

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as sin-with a slit up the leg and a nec

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rives at 6 PM.

was

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that had burned and b

r disguised

hanging in her room lik

w what

te

leash with

uld've

ld've bu

ked down the penthouse stairs dressed like e

waiting i

k tu

t

smi

, as if their last confron

over her slowl

n up well

return the

-

oken things. Regret. Defiance. Maybe even desire. Isla presse

the venue-a glass-and-steel tower lit u

Foundation-a fundraising gala where po

oor opened,

ou expect

n unreadable. "Smile. Stand bes

ed. "So just ano

d. "This one

ered like every illusi

ng cameras. Perfect smiles

course they did. Damien Blackwood di

s arm, was the

rs started

that

s stu

rings women

fe or just the

t her h

, she felt

oom, surrounded by power. Damien held her

cam

skin like porcelain,

"You didn't tell me yo

a f

autiful. Older.

cool and dry. "Still p

nly the ones w

s slid

be the repla

o dry. She opened it

ent," he said sharply

his tone silen

then gave a cold

to him. "Wha

fav

t need

his voice low. "By

dance

t o

gant. The room turned l

low on her back. Hi

ike the perfect couple. Pol

e walking a tightrop

me," she whispered, s

"But the world doesn'

is. "And what do I need

was the only real thing

kness,"

unded like a

-

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to the penthouse, she did

to him in t

hy

dn't

a trophy? After everything you've don

he wall, eyes heavy wit

d needed to see t

eath c

l I am to

. "You're the

tor doors

epped

her t

in weeks, Isla felt som

elt e

and stood in the moonlight in nothing but s

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la Bla

wrapped in some

er chest, som

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pa

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thought she

ake herself the one thin

ckon