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Wang dress felt like
e lace skirt for the tenth time. The penthouse was silent,
this city
rs ago. His storm-gray eyes had held hers during the ceremony. Inten
rried Juli
was no longer just a small-town designer
mpagne chilled in an ice bucket. It was
t had to c
. The candles burned lowe
in. He was a busy man. A CEO.
e ho
lly clicked open,
as h
looding through her. A smile broke acros
lia
't look
re, loosening his tie with a violent tu
Is everyt
ew a manila envelope onto it. The s
gn
ds. Fla
. "Sign what? It's
eyes that had held hers during the ceremony-were de
step back
lly think this wa
them in her chest, her stomach. "We got
small-town sob story until she forced this ridiculous union on me. You saw an opp
eyes burned. "Evelyn was kind to me. The
" His voice dropped.
he envelope. Di
. While she still wo
N
rise crossed his
let me stand at that altar and believe in something. I
le
was the coldest thi
on. Your mother's savings." He leaned in, his breath hot against he
d turned
her fingertips to her heart, like someowould
like it came from
brushing her ear, his voice so
e truth. There was no hesitation th
y her parents.
Only the cold light of Manhattan filtered through t
eam wa
trembled so violently she coul
m f
ignature line.
the paper, blurring t
't wipe
of a second, his jaw tightened-something flickering in his eyes that was gone be
was back. Cold
a button
e master be
two maids appeared. Julian was
this family." He paused, his hand on the doorframe, still not loo
hut behind him. A
nto the floor. Her sketchbooks. Her clothes. Her underwe
ust stood there in her wedding d
ief, something els
Hard
n thought he h
as w
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