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He's a son of a b.. illionaire and now he's my fake fiancé.
It's not like I have a choice.
Dad was desperate to save our empire and hide his sins.
Too bad I'm the one who has to pretend to be engaged.
There's fire in my eyes when Dad tells me the plan.
Living and working with this spoiled playboy is not my idea of fun.
His cocky attitude and mischievous eyes tease me to the point of distraction.
But glimpses of his defined muscles make me want to act the part.
Little did I know the fire in my eyes,
Would turn to fire between the sheets.
Will our burning desire secure our empire, or will it destroy us first?
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