Married To The Wrong Montgomery Billionaire

ery Conglomerate tower, Alistair sat beh

ved casually into his linen trousers. Nathaniel was thirty, three years older than A

a faded manila fo

ng the folder with his knuckle. "Eighteen years ago. The fire, the rescue, and the girl

out, his long fingers pressing flat against the paper. The ai

t?" Alistair asked, his

eir logistics division. She wants a Montgomery name on the marriage certificate to lock down the shipping rights. I'm lea

d. For ten years, he had searched every corner of the country for the girl who had pulled him out of the burning

ing parasite," Alistair said, his

el said. "Sign the proxy registration. The old lady gets her con

pocket and scrawled his signature across the tra

aid, tossing the p

for the double doors. "Good luck with your new bride

e car around. We're going to The Obsidian. Boone Capital

ght elevator of The Obsidian o

ersized black turtleneck, loose gray trousers, and thick black-rimmed gl

k jackets toward her. "The VIP suite on the west wing needs these steamed and prep

ing the heavy rack and turning

, and the proxy marriage document she was scheduled to sign tomorrow morning.

es. Four senior vice presidents trailed behind him, speaking i

on the private clinic search. "Every female patient admitted to Leno

rack around th

ision entirely. The front wheel of the rack jammed a

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into the air. The dark, boiling liquid splashed across the front of Alistair's c

or went de

listair stopped breathing. The ai

instant, terrifying rage. He had a notorious, uncompromising aversion

her nose. She looked up and met a pair of dark,

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