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“You’re late,” she said flatly, because her heart was already splintering again just looking at him. “The funeral was three months ago.”

Lily felt the floor tilt. This was blackmail wrapped in a diamond ring. But it was also survival.

“Yes.” He kissed her forehead. Then her mouth. Gentle, then fierce, then desperate. “Marry me again. For real this time. No debt. No blackmail. Just us and a greenhouse by the sea.” lynne graham books

He helped her up, kissed the dirt from her cheek, and whispered against her ear: “I would have burned the world down to find you again.”

“And if I say no?”

Would you like a different trope (e.g., amnesia, runaway bride, Greek tycoon + innocent heroine) or a longer, chapter-by-chapter expansion?

“Perhaps.” He moved closer, and the scent of cedar and power overwhelmed her. “My father is dying. His one demand before he goes is to see me settled. Respectable. Married to a woman of… humble virtue.” His mouth curved without warmth. “You fit the bill perfectly. Six months. A contract. In return, I erase your father’s debt and give you the shop free and clear.” “You’re late,” she said flatly, because her heart

“Six months,” she said hoarsely. “No… no intimacy clause.”