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He's a nine-year-old trillionaire, a genius who knows what he wants. And what he wants is his mother, not as his mom, but as his wife.
Julian slides a titanium band onto Eleanor’s ring finger while she reclines on a velvet chaise, his small hand steady and cold. He explains that the new corporate bylaws officially designate her as hi
Marcus Thorne strode through the main gates, a figure of grim determination, a woman with sharp eyes and sharper couture on his arm. He ignored the automated sentries that scanned them with cold, blue
Julian gestured to the polished chrome table. "On your knees, Ms. Reed." Evelyn hesitated, her eyes flicking to Eleanor, who offered a subtle, encouraging nod. Julian's small hand, adorned with a sign
Julian sat on the edge of his enormous bed, his small feet not quite reaching the floor. Eleanor was beside him, her arm draped over his small shoulders. 'Mom, Evelyn wants to be my wife,' Julian stat