My name is Mark Matthews. I own half of London, and the part I don't own, I'm working on.
Life was all going swimmingly well until Michael Redcliff entered my life, demanding that I marry his daughter. Actually, swap demand for blackmail. He's got goods on me that I want no one else to see, so for the time being I need to be his little lapdog.
I'll marry his daughter. I'll give him all the status, money and power he can handle... for as long as it takes me to get a divorce. You see, I can't renege on our little arrangement - but she can. I give her a week. One week and she'll be screaming the place down for her legal counsel.
I am never wrong.
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The velvet chair
Hate any book that doesn’t have an ending. Hate hate hate wasted my time.