Love on Paper: A Billionaire love story

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, vulnerable and exposed, with nothing

e—else. A figure sat there, an intruder in the dimly lit room, their gaze locked onto mine with an intensi

nerability magnified by the stranger’s unexpected presence. Who was this person, and what did they want? The questio

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ter reminder of the task at hand. My father’s ultimatum echoed in my mind: marry or watch the company fall into the hands of my stepbrot

ays been a gamble with high stakes and even higher losses. I wasn’t about to roll the dice on something as fickle as

orld of blunt instruments. She was the perfect candidate to stand by my side, to be the face

eyes, those eyes o

t the most alluring

s brown chestnut hair that shines

curves in those secre

that’s all that

mean, I’d marry her for

and hard in my

e had gone from her office. The office had become a cage, the walls closing in as I grappled with the reality of my situation. Alex’s absence from her desk was a silent testament to the cha

of her building would be collateral damage in this war of wills. I could almost hear the echo of their

nearth the owner of Alex’s apartment building. A phone call, an offer well above market value, and the

s right now?” I pressed,

sound of papers shuffling through

ere do we meet?” I asked, a

ed, a hint of surp

irmed, my tone bro

uilding is at, I stay on the

my hands. “Oh, you stay right there? Cool, get the documents read

arrival, and I stepped in, descending from my tower of solitude. The security guard nodded as I pas

mbition and desperation. The drive to the building was a blur, my mind racing with plans and contingencies

e my way to the building's entrance, a part of me, with luck, wanted to see if I could maybe get a glance at Alex. Or maybe

ht to hear from her again and not act mean. Mentally re

nts stung my nostrils, an ominous prelude to t

s before a figure appeared f