The CEO's Accidental Bride

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not exactly. Triumph was for winning battles against worthy adversaries. This was more like the precise click of a well-oiled mac

rlaid with a grim, almost steely determination. Good. That meant she wouldn't be a fragile, simpering nuisance. She had a ba

n to acknowledge her decision, to begin establishing the professional rapport this "marriage" would require. "I'll have m

ng unreadable there – resentment, perhaps, or just the sheer shock of her new

issal. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe we ha

arry Unknown Woman! Billionaire's Shock Engagement! Accidental Bid Leads to Billion-Dollar Bride! Let them talk. It was precisely the kind of unexpected, attention-grabbing spectacle that would serve my purpose. The Al-

d sent him a cryptic message moments after Evelyn's bid, a single word: "Execute." He was alread

answered, his

w tower complex. Make it ironclad. And draft the marriage contract. Standard pre-nup, but with

of surprise. He was used to my unconventional d

truction. Currently facing bankruptcy. She's agree

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all, already moving on to

to review the strategy, to anticipate any potential complications. Evelyn Reed. She was an unknown quantity, a w

wasn't just about the Al-Hamad deal, though that was paramount. It was also about controlling the narrative. My life, my business, had always been meticulously controlled. This sudden "engage

her predicament. But then, that flicker of defiance, followed by the grim resolve. She wasn't weak. That was

A joint appearance tomorrow, perhaps. I needed to present a believable front. This wasn't just

ent of the development. It wasn't charity; it was a strategic investment. Their company, despite its current woes, had a reputation for quality, if not scale. With Thorne I

ction was carefully curated. A wife, even a temporary one, would introduce an element of disruption. But the benefits outweighed the drawbacks. The Al-Hamad deal alone

uld be exploited. My past had taught me that lesson brutally. Trust was a luxury I couldn't afford, emotions a distraction from the relentless pur

t surprising resolve. She was an architect. I wondered if she saw the world in blueprints and structural integrity, just as I saw

ked harried, but excited. "Mr. Thorne, the phones are ringing of

rought together by a shared appreciation for ancient artifacts and a mutual desire to support charitable causes." I allowed a faint, almost imperceptible smile to touch my lips. "We are deeply

ood at her job, but even she seemed impressed by the speed and precision

y. Soon, a new chapter would begin. A strategic acquisition, disguised as a whirlwind romance. Evelyn Reed was about to enter my world, a world she knew