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an his own wedding. The private dressing room in the elite venue overlooked the manicured gardens where guests were already arriving in droves-old money, new mo

that cold, aristocratic way: sharp jawline, icy blue eyes, and silver threading through his dark hair

ut desire. It was about

things. She would look exquisite on his arm at galas, produce attractive heirs if needed, and never embarrass hi

s he had spoken when he proposed. She had accepted without hesita

chuckle came f

closing a merger, not

ed, Kael looked like sin wrapped in luxury. At 6'4", he towered with broad, heavily muscled shoulders that strained against the fabric. His dark hair wa

s chest, arms, and back. A self-made billionaire who had clawed his way up through ruthless d

in certain markets, always watching with that knowing smirk. But the

ghtening his bow tie. "Something you wouldn't underst

amber whiskey in his glass. "Some skirts are worth chasing. Tell me, Silas... does your pretty

a understands her role. She's not some whore looking for firewor

s ago. The moment he had seen Liora-ethereal, porcelain-skinned, those large hazel eyes filled with quiet hunger-he had become o

he blushed. The subtle way her thighs pressed together when

would become Si

whitening. Mine, the dark voice in his head

n the shoulder with a grin that didn't reach his eyes. "I'll make sure th

s of Liora in white-walking down the aisle toward the wrong man.

be the one