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THE PRICELESS JEWEL...

Diana Margaret Pierce was a beauty to behold, a woman of fierce Independence and quiet grace. With a sharp wit and an unwavering spirit, she carved her own path in life, unafraid of challenges or expectations. She was her own woman - stubborn at times, passionate always - until she crossed paths with the enigmatic James Deniro Alfred. James, a charismatic and powerful CEO, was a man shrouded in mystery. Beneath his polished exterior lay a man of contradictions - intense, protective, and burdened by a labyrinth of secrets, hidden motivations and a heart that had learned to protect itself at all costs. From the moment he laid eyes on Diana, he knew she was different. She wasn't just another fleeting connection or a piece in his calculated life; she was the one person who seemed made for him. "Boss, the madam has a tail on her," one of James's trusted men rushed into his office, breaking the calm of the day. James's dark eyes flashed with unrestrained fury. He leaned back in his chair, his voice a deadly calm. "Well, what are you waiting for? Burn them alive." As Diana navigates her new life alongside James, she begins to unravel the layers of his carefully guarded world. With every secret revealed, their bond grows stronger, but so do the dangers surrounding them. Diana's strength and resolve are tested as she realizes that being James deniro Alfred's wife means more than just love - it means becoming his anchor, his equal, and the one person he would burn the world for.
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Dangerous: Don't cross the line!

* At night He was rugged and untamed. That one steamy night left Grace utterly captivated. She coyly stretched out her dainty, snow-white feet, hooking them around his waist as she softly laid down her terms: For the first time, no staying overnight. The second time, the moment he got himself a significant other, she'd vanish from his side. Later on, their liaison would remain strictly on a physical level. No strings of money attached, no emotional fetters, just the most primal and unadulterated desires that flared up when night fell, entwining them like a web spun by countless spiders. And once the moment had passed, she'd straighten her skirt and turn her back on him, cold as ice. *During daytime He was the heir to a vast business empire, now impeccably dressed in a sharp suit, exuding an air of aristocratic reserve. He extended his hand to her with a polite smile, “Hello, Grace.” Grace gritted her teeth in secret dismay. She hastened to call off whatever was brewing between them, only to find herself cornered against the dressing room by the man, with no way out. In that cramped space, he was a relentless predator, and she, his irresistible quarry. His firmness pressed against her soft curves, setting every inch ablaze. Outside the door, her female colleagues were swooning over his chiseled abs. Just a thin partition away, he locked his arm around her willowy waist, seized her delicate hand, and guided it to rest on his taut abdomen, his voice dripping with a sultry allure, “Thought you could slip away? It's far too late for that.”
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