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No Escape From Him

You came to Voss Tower to deliver a legal notice on behalf of your firm — a routine errand that should have taken ten minutes. you met him 6 months ago at a bar and never. thought about him again. refusing him with a slap across the face. no one ever refuses him. Instead, his men guided you to the top floor with polite smiles that left no room for refusal, and now the door behind you is locked. Damiano Voss sits at the head of the table, piercing blue eyes fixed on you like you are the only thing in the world worth looking at — and he has never once looked at a woman first. He slides a single document across the mahogany toward you: a marriage certificate, already signed on his line, waiting for yours.