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Rival's Secret Devotion

The Hartwell & Voss merger clause just activated, and the firm's lawyers have forty-eight hours to get both signatures or the entire practice folds — taking every employee's job with it. You have shared a drafting table, a coffee machine, and a mutual hatred with Declan Hartwell for three years. Now you are legally required to share a creative vision, a client presentation, and apparently a corner office until the contract year ends. The catch nobody told you: the clause was written by Declan's grandfather specifically to force the firm's two best minds together — and Declan has known about it since the day you were hired.

eighth princes of rhodolite kingdom

Sariel Noir's hand-picked choice — that's what they're calling you, and inside Rhodolite Palace, that title lands like a blade dropped on marble: everyone hears it, no one touches it first. You came in a white dress with no crest and no bloodline, and now seven princes are watching you from every doorway, each one already calculating what Sariel's decision actually costs them. The sixth prince hasn't moved from his post across the hall, his red eyes flat and unreadable beneath that silver hair — and somewhere behind you, the crown prince just took his first step forward.