urton to invest in the gallery project,
tel air filling her lungs. "Paige, I need y
's voice vanished. "What's
t married. As soon as possible. It doesn't matter who. I j
e call had dropped. Then, Paige exploded. "Are you insane?! Ju
ls, the hospital's ultimatum, Branson's cruel betrayal. Her voice was stea
er a string of curses directed at Branson, her voice softened. "Jules,
ulia said. "I'm out of time, Paige.
oice heavy with resignation. "Okay. Let me make some calls. I
re," Ju
rward, not just drowning. She thought about the last three years, how she had slowly erased parts of herself to fit into Bran
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open
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e:
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family expectations. Financial support will b
d find. Impeccable background, but I've never met the guy. He's r
ad become a commodity, her hand in marriage up for th
reply: "Okay.
ess from her suitcase-her "interview" dress. She applied her makeup to look professional and composed
t and hushed, the air smelling of coffee and old money. She gave the
w. He was tall, his shoulders broad beneath a perfectly tailore
r approach
th caught in
severe. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, and eyes so dark and deep they seemed to pull her in. He radiated an aura of power
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