The Cold CEO's Secret Contract Bride

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andace didn't know what to say.

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f the phone, Pearl

ce you guys get your marriage certificate, I'll cook so

ge, so every word her mother said reached Gauge's ears perfectly. A hint

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stepped on the accelerator, and

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urance. It was a

y trimmed, manicured nails. It seemed... out of place. A small, discordant detail for a man who supposedly spent his days stocking shelves and managin

rking garage with an expert's ease, backing the Camry into a tight spot in one smooth motion. It was an econo

y Clerk's office, a brightly lit room that smelled of old paper and stale coffee. A bored-looking

wrote her name, the pen digging into the paper. She watched as Gauge signed 'Gau

e," Jerry said,

sive. He handed over their driver's licenses and a crisp hundred-dollar bi

a second thought? For a man on a supermarket manager's salary, that was a significant amount of money. It was another crack

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wfully wedded spouse?" Jerry recited,

s met hers for a fraction of a second, and his gaze was complet

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d," Jerry declared, bringing the stamp down one last t

andace Bailey. Married to the

camera slung around his neck stepped forward.

e sharp and final. The ph

folded it neatly, twice, and slid it into the inner poc

purple. The beauty of it was a cruel joke. The reality of what she had

the dying light. "This is for you," he said, handi

ed at it

1," he stated, his voice as flat a

n Towers. It was a gleaming skyscraper of glass and steel, a sy

r. "How? How can you afford that? You'r

"My mother handled it. A good deal." The lie was smooth,

astic. A credit card. Black, with n

She shook her head, taking a step back. "No. I won't be your charity case. This i

istered in his cold eyes. Surprise? Respect? I

the card back into his wallet. "I'll drop you at my m

iece of her independence surging through her. She was