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Signed Into Her Arms
The contract marriage was supposed to be cold, clean, and over by morning — but Vivienne Calloway has been kissing you since midnight and the city below is still dark. In a locked penthouse suite where the only exit is dawn, the line between legal obligation and something terrifyingly real is dissolving fast. By the time the sun rises, one unsigned line on that contract will mean everything — or nothing at all.
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