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THE CEOS FAKE BRIDE: CONTRACTUALLY BOND TO MY EX
Chapter 1 THE DEADLINE AND THE DEBT
estline Bank
e famous. They stood in the middle of my boutique in charcoal suits, clipboards tucked
days," the olde
d around the edge o
days fo
" he replied. "Or the bank will
osse
ing machine behind me. Louder than the bell over the
. The mannequins. The racks. The unfinished bridal
an envelope was plac
again," the man said.
behind them with
cked
legs g
days. Thirty days to find money I didn't have. I had already sold my car, moved
ture was
tanding i
, my uncl
t preamble, "I need y
tened. "Is som
"Something your father left be
e. Old wood. Dust. Memori
unded by files and a worn leather brief
oing on?"
"Your father set up a trust fund years a
could stop it. "Then
sit
there's
ropped. "What k
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t wrong. Thin. Brittl
m the Laws
oom t
eated slowly. "As in
es
her once partnered with. The family whose
ly, pushing the papers a
y, "the boutique is drowning.
if I r
nswered before
ill take ev
was all glass and steel, the kind
entered. Tall. Impeccably dressed. C
ster Hayes Lawson. I handled y
aw
ou
bound folder and sli
t last one year. Full cohabitation is required. Public appearances are mandato
e," I said tightl
eyes. "It
ned the
stands at forty-fiv
tole the air
d evenly, "the boutique become
nds s
I agree?"
ll decide which hei
y feet. "I don't
is cor
was barely a wh
y father's signature staring ba
ty d
ng l
d locked be
. "I won't agree to anything
nodded. "They ex
tuttered.
one of the heirs specifical
ho
a
s La
hit like
ttered my heart
re CEO who nev
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't just
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