Contracted Marriage With The Alpha Prince

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s with a front-row seat to the drama. Leonard Johnson, the director with a personality bigger than Hollywood itself, was having

ellisa, let's not stir the pot just yet." That's my golden rule when dealing with dir

t of a hat, and presented it to Catherine with a charming smile. Now, I'm no therapist

na Jolie a run for her money, looked at me like I'd just handed her the key to

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the tension like a hot knife through butter.

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h, Killian – heir to the Anderson production, reportedly arrogant, undeniably rich, and, according

recovery. "So, word on the street is that Killian Anderson is like the James Bond of the film industr

t to the cover of GQ for breakfast, yet no paparazzi ever could capture that face of h

vivid imagery. "Have you ever tempt

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more piercings than a porcupine,

n his lips. I nodded, my unruly hair bouncing in agreement.

ext table. A group of caffeinated gossips were dissecting the latest Hollywood drama. And who wa

was eve

a polished diamond that screams, "Look at me, I'm rich, I'm powerful, and my te

details, and being the accidental eavesdro

like a VIP pass to scandal town," one person declared with a flouris

doing things just to mess with his rich and powerful dad

ry time a rich kid rebelled against their powerful parent by spending the night with

ounter, a knowing glint in his eye. "Got yoursel

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home. I glanced at my reflection in the coffee shop window – a mortal su

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aginary lint off my leather jacket

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e latest chapter of the Killian Chronicles. One stuntman swore she was a secret agent, ano

at. "She was wearing this killer pair of sneakers, like black wit