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Dominic Sinclair
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Azhani had always been second place. Second to speak, second to be noticed, second to be loved. Her parents had made it clear from the beginning—Ariani was their pride, their golden child, the one destined for greatness. Azhani, on the other hand, was an afterthought, a shadow cast in her sister’s perfect light.
So when her parents sat her down one evening, their expressions unreadable, she should have known something was wrong. But nothing could have prepared her for what they told her.
“You should be grateful,” her mother said, her voice sickly sweet, as though she were offering Azhani a gift instead of selling her off.
Dominic Sinclair had made them an offer. An amount so obscene that her parents hadn’t even hesitated before signing her away. In exchange for their silence and cooperation, Dominic would take her under his wing, mold her into the woman he wanted her to be—his perfect wife.
Azhani had heard of him before. Everyone had. A billionaire with an empire stretching across industries, he was a man of immeasurable wealth, power, and influence. Ruthless in business and relentless in his pursuits, Dominic Sinclair was known for getting whatever he wanted. And now, what he wanted was her.
He promised her a life beyond anything she could imagine. A life of wealth, luxury, and privilege. He would dress her in the finest clothes, teach her the ways of high society, and indulge her every desire. But there was a price—a cost greater than the money he had handed over to her parents.
Her freedom.
Because Dominic Sinclair was possessive, overprotective, and dangerously obsessive. And now, Azhani belonged to him.
