The silence was absolute.
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The ceremony was a blur of candles and chanting. When Rio slid a diamond band onto her finger, his thumb brushed her palm, and she felt a shock of heat she despised. Later, at the reception, he kept her close. His hand on the small of her back. His voice low in her ear. Smile. They’re watching. You look beautiful when you’re furious. The silence was absolute
To save her family’s legacy, a down-on-her-luck florist agrees to a cold, temporary marriage with the ruthless billionaire who once broke her heart — but she never expected to fall for him again. Chapter One Rio Karras didn’t ask. He demanded. When Rio slid a diamond band onto her
“The flower shop. The cottage in Cornwall. Even this miserable flat.” He held up a sheaf of legal papers. “All of it was collateral for a loan I gave him five years ago. The same week I left you.”
Rio stepped inside without being invited. His suit was Savile Row, his watch a Patek Philippe, and his presence filled her cramped flat like a tidal wave. “Your father owed me more than you know. And now you owe me.”
“Yes.” He kissed her forehead. Then her mouth. Gentle, then fierce, then desperate. “Marry me again. For real this time. No debt. No blackmail. Just us and a greenhouse by the sea.”
The silence was absolute.
“What?” she whispered, hating the tremor in her voice.
The ceremony was a blur of candles and chanting. When Rio slid a diamond band onto her finger, his thumb brushed her palm, and she felt a shock of heat she despised. Later, at the reception, he kept her close. His hand on the small of her back. His voice low in her ear. Smile. They’re watching. You look beautiful when you’re furious.
To save her family’s legacy, a down-on-her-luck florist agrees to a cold, temporary marriage with the ruthless billionaire who once broke her heart — but she never expected to fall for him again. Chapter One Rio Karras didn’t ask. He demanded.
“The flower shop. The cottage in Cornwall. Even this miserable flat.” He held up a sheaf of legal papers. “All of it was collateral for a loan I gave him five years ago. The same week I left you.”
Rio stepped inside without being invited. His suit was Savile Row, his watch a Patek Philippe, and his presence filled her cramped flat like a tidal wave. “Your father owed me more than you know. And now you owe me.”
“Yes.” He kissed her forehead. Then her mouth. Gentle, then fierce, then desperate. “Marry me again. For real this time. No debt. No blackmail. Just us and a greenhouse by the sea.”
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