In Love with a Billionaire

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ted to move, no one wanted to breathe too hard. There he was, sitting at the head of the table, his icy gaze cutting

t afford to give up. Not here. Not in front of him. She sat down opposite him, without waiting to be shown a place. His movements wer

inally, he leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the tab

the great Bloo

gaze, refusin

you? A tyrant disgu

sumed his mask of indifference. He wasn't used to being sp

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prefer it

present, who were supposed to supervise this meeting, seemed to want to blend into the background. But

a tremor. But he found nothing. It annoyed him. He didn't like losing control, an

arriage has nothing to do with you. Nothing. Y

in her chair, cr

you in this story? A stuck-u

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who decides ho

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d, but in the end, you play their game as much as I

ze har

eful wha

llenging this authority that

do? Crush me like everyone else? Go

ll-placed threat, enough pressure, and she would collapse like the others. But he felt something in her,

ou far with me. You're going to hate this marriage, an

rd, her hands fl

ry to break me, prepare for collateral damag

s. Not a kind smile, but somet

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om stood frozen, unsure of what they had just seen. It was not a simple confrontat

, but she squeezed them to regain her composure. She didn't know if she had won that first r