The Billionaire's Husband

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ud and proud, even i

offense to them or their magical wonderlands, but it's just not for me. Even their two coconuts in fro-okay, you get the point

me to settle down with a lovely, delicate lady and pop out

logue, making me look at the door l

but inwardly annoyed at being pulle

moral compass. I know it's weird. I hired him years ago just to handle security stuff, but over time, the man became eve

'clock and you wouldn't want to

oyals, also known as my parents. T

y comfortable. I mean, who told his ass it could look that good in tight blac

d under my breath. Damn. I almo

up, straightening my blazer and gathering t

ready turning on his heel like the g

en headed toward the door. Claire, my

rison! » she chirped, probably

ry not to kill anyon

ed. "No p

as embraced by silence-a rare, peaceful moment

back seat, and settled near the window like the dra

ening filled with questi

n for this medieval matchmaking game? What are we, in some kind of Regency-era period drama? I swear, one of these days I'm gon

t would rui

ways from my destination,

t accept-and I am currently the head of Garrison Inc., a company dealing with luxury

ng married soon. Ag

aight husband in front of Grandpa McGarrison the Third, and once he's off to the heavens-or wherever billionaires go when the

I probably am. But desperate time

suits and the sarcasm. Past the money and the fame. Someone who'll look at me and just get it. You kno

here enough. It's a weird feeling I can't explain. Like there's a George-shaped void inside of

aybe I'll just die rich and dramatic an

g, winding road lined with overpriced trees and perfectly symme

displayed like we're royalty or something, and come to a smooth stop in fr

tatingly perfect posture he always has. I swear, if he weren't my

ting my cuffs. The air smell

usual pearls-and-pink-blazer combo, her blonde hair perfectly curled,

with a smile that a

on her cheek. "Still using the same

well. "Come in. Your father is in the study, a

ll. Let the int

g the hallways. The house is spotless, the marble floors

g of pretending I'm excited to marry a woman I

. I wear suits like arm

e every night, I

one day-I wo