A Jigsaw Marriage - Billy Russo

A Jigsaw Marriage - Billy Russo

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"Let's see how long this ruse will last, hmm?" he says with a glint in his eyes. You push back at him as he towers over you, wanting to get away. "Don't you dare touch me," you say defiantly. He chuckles. Billy Russo is one of the most fear-inducing yet desired men in the business industry. Anvil, the security company started by Billy, continues to see a high turnover of profits. Yet another company still stood in the way. The money was good but as Billy saw it, it could be better. You got word that you needed to marry Billy Russo to protect your family's legacy. Sentinel, your parents' company, was sinking into unimaginable debt, and Billy offered your father a way out. You, being the loving daughter that you are, had agreed to the arranged marriage. You knew it was a marriage delved from business strategy, so why did you feel so drawn toward Billy? And what jigsaw puzzles did you need to solve to rediscover your past? I do not own any of these characters besides the main female lead. I don't own The Punisher storyline and Marvel Comics holds all copyright.
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