Married by Midnight: A billionaire's deal

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ce, amplifying the uneasy silence in her chest. The events of last night came rushing back-the rushed vows,

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you lay down the rules

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re unconnected. No ambitions to climb, no obsessi

ore than it

under one roof. You'll have your own sui

y think I'm desperate t

ed, voice low. "Just...cu

ego the trouble.

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e could get lost in-art halls, a music conservatory, a sprawling indoor garden. But no matte

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posture, and soften your tone," Jenna said whil

row. "What's wro

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n assembly line of elegance. Clothes would arrive in the morning. A

tching the sun dip below the trees. The silen

ck broke t

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sharp. "You want a wife who knows the

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