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βππππ ππ ππ,β πΌππππ¬ππ’ππ§ murmured, two fingers tilting her chin moving to drag slow over her bottom lip.
ππ¨π«ππ²π§ tried to glare through her lashes-tried to keep her pride in front-but her breath caught and her lips parted anyway when his thumb traced the corner of her mouth, slow... possessive... like he was fixing her.
βππ ππ πΜ πππ’,β he whispered, lips grazing her ear, the French slipping out rougher than his control.
Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer like her body had decided before her mind could.
He smirked against her mouth. βππ¨π§ ππ’π₯π₯π.β
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Jordyn Gauthier never wanted her father's world.
But when the estranged billionaire dies, he leaves her more than grief-he leaves her ππ% of a crumbling empire, a mountain of debt, and enemies she didn't know had her name on a list.
The only way to stop bankruptcy?
A merger with the rival firm.
The rival CEO has one condition:
Marriage.
SΓ©bastien Moreau is cold, calculated, and built like a warning;schedule-driven, sharp-tongued, and dangerously unreadable. He calls it strategy. A temporary contract. A public performance for investors.
But Jordyn learns fast:
The clause isn't just marriage.
It's curfews. cohabitation. rules. surveillance.
And the sickest part?
He didn't choose her because of the company.
He chose her specifically.
Now she's living in his penthouse, smiling for cameras, playing wife in rooms full of sharks-while his touch starts feeling less like PR and more like ownership.
And when the world gets too close...
SΓ©bastien doesn't just protect her.
He claims her.
πππππππ: πππππ ππππ