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The Romano mansion felt like a golden cage tonight. Tara Arora stood in the middle of the lavish living room, arms crossed so tightly over her chest that her nails dug into her own skin. The argument with her parents had started small just another βbeta, think about the futureβ lecture but it had exploded into something ugly. Her father had quietly reminded her that the wedding was only five days away. Five days until she would be legally tied to Vincenzo Romano for the rest of her life. Five days until her freedom, her dreams, her hatred for men would be locked behind a contract signed in red ink.
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