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Signed Into His Arms

The ink on the marriage certificate is still wet when Declan Hargrove locks the front door of his cliff-side manor and pockets the only key. Seventy-two hours. That is all the contract demands — three days of convincing cohabitation before the notary signs off and a nine-figure inheritance clears. But the man standing across the marble foyer is not the cold signature on the paperwork; he is watching you like you are the one thing in this house he did not plan for, and his best friend Finn is already texting you from outside the gate, furious and uninvited.