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BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE'S VOWS

BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE'S VOWS

BLURB/SYNOPSIS:"You can't be serious." Darcey Washington folded her arms, staring at Damien Sinclair like he had lost his mind. Across the sleek glass desk, Damien remained perfectly composed, his fingers steepled together. "I don't make jokes, Darcey. Not about business."She scoffed. "Business? Marriage isn't a business deal." His lips curved into something that almost resembled a smirk. "For people like me, it is." Darcey shook her head, gripping the blueprint sketches she had brought for his penthouse redesign,the job she had actually been hired for. "I came here to talk about interiors, not wedding vows." Damien leaned forward, his piercing gray eyes locking onto hers. "And yet, here we are."Her pulse pounded. "Why me?" He didn't blink. "Because I need a wife, and you need a lifeline." Darcey inhaled sharply. He knew. He knew about Ethan, about the medical bills stacking up, about the nights she stayed awake, terrified of losing her little brother. "How do you know about Ethan?" she whispered. Damien's voice was smooth, calculated. "I do my research. Your landlord was about to evict you. The hospital has started making calls. You don't have time, Darcey."Her stomach twisted. "And you think I'd just sell myself to you in exchange for a check?" Damien's gaze darkened. "No. I think you're smart enough to see a way out when it's offered to you." She clenched her jaw. This was insane. A marriage-one that wasn't real, one built on conditions, deadlines, and contracts. A man like Damien Sinclair didn't believe in love. He believed in control. "One year," he said. "No strings. No expectations. Just a contract that benefits us both." Darcey swallowed hard, her mind racing. This was dangerous. But so was doing nothing. Damien sat back, watching her with the patience of a man who already knew her answer. "What's it going to be, Darcey?" Her fingers trembled as she set the sketches down on the desk. "Where's the contract
Under the Spell of the Kidnappers

Under the Spell of the Kidnappers

Being cheated on is the worst feeling ever. The betrayal, the heartbreak-it all comes crashing down like a ton of bricks. I couldn't keep it in any longer, so I called my best friend Kyrn. When I told her what had happened between me and Brett, her response was instant. Without hesitation, she dropped everything and came over straight away. That's the kind of friend she was, always there when I needed her most. I'd always told Kyrn that I wished I would find a person who would truly love me, someone who would value me for who I am and not just want sex all the time like most guys do. It felt like a distant dream, one that seemed impossible in a world where guys only seemed interested in one thing. But little did I know, tonight was going to change everything. Tonight was the night that my best friend and I were kidnapped from my house by sexy Greek god kidnappers. It all started so suddenly. One minute, Kyrn and I were sitting on the couch, talking about how stupid Brett had been and laughing through the pain, and the next, we were thrown into a whirlwind of panic. I never saw it coming. The door to my apartment was kicked open with a force that made the whole room shake, and before we could even react, we were grabbed, pulled from the couch, and forced into a dark van. The men who did it were tall, broad-shouldered, with chiseled features that belonged in a magazine. They were so handsome it almost made it worse-their looks made it feel like some twisted fantasy, but this wasn't a dream. No, this was real. As the van doors slammed shut behind us, I looked at Kyrn. She was just as confused and terrified as I was. Neither of us knew what to expect next, but one thing was clear: tonight was going to be unforgettable.