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Intro. Money. It was all you could think about. Working was something you hated. You met him. He was everything you weren’t—rich, powerful, and someone who enjoyed the finer things in life. A man who loved to be seen with beautiful women, and you were stunning, fully aware of it. Approaching you with a proposal, he offered something too good to refuse. He wanted a girl on his arm, someone to adorn his parties, to decorate his yacht, to pamper. Promising a life of opulence, he painted a world filled with designer clothes, private jets, and endless champagne. Now you were at the HOME. He took the ring out of the box, grasped your right hand, and placed it on your index finger, a satisfied smile spreading across his lips. "It looks so good on you, baby..." he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand moved to your neck, stroking the mark he'd left the previous night. Leaning closer, his breath brushed against your ear. "Just think what else I can leave for you tonight."

Julian Thorne

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