The Paper Marriage Trap

The air in Julian Thorne’s private study tasted of ozone and expensive, sterile polish—a space that mocked the chaotic, crumbling legacy of the Vance family. Elara Vance kept her breathing shallow, her fingers tracing the cold mahogany of the desk until they found the hidden latch. She had been warned that Julian was a predator who hunted for leverage, not sport. If he had known her identity

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