Married by Midnight: A billionaire's deal

of the city. From the top floor of Sinclair Tower, the view was breathtaking-but Damien Sinclai

ne again, voic

rthday, or forfeit your position as CEO and

rackled und

red, though the voice beside him

ien's obsidian desk. His tie was loosened, his tone weary. "But th

napped. "It's sabotage. Blac

did say he wanted you to 'find balance.' Gu

littering and cold. He'd built Sinclair Tech from a shaky inheritance and sleepless nights. Now, in less

d

o fail. If you don't find a bride by midnight tomorrow, he inher

p him first,"

ly going to find someone and-what? Prop

ling in his chest. "I'm going to make an off

ost their luster. Aria Monroe crouched on the floor, sorting through canvases her mo

hone for the thir

text.

t of time, Aria.

bled slightly as

her mother's final pieces, a swirling vision of fire and hope. Aria had promised herself she'd protect this place. B

ery door

ed out automatically,

ke much of

uline, rich with command

billionaire feature in Forbes: tall, impeccably dressed in a ta

at face. Ev

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ous-we're

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nked. "E

placing it on the counter like a dealer laying

you want me to sell my gallery to ma

te," he said. "I

de her

inancial documents, account stateme

ive years, and provide monthly support," Damien sai

credulous laughter

aid. "But I'm al

vanished

questions," he said simply. "And I need some

o this is just... a b

. Public appearances, private d

was days from being shut down. And this man-thi

know you," s

m not offering forever

after

ways. Q

e cracked paint. The fading lights

he looked

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r throat. She had until midni

. But her reality whi

e... this deal cou