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She takes a much-needed breath, her shoulders drooping as she exhales.

“So, are you the three chosen men?”she asks, but there’s something wary in her expression now.Her golden, sun-kissed eyes, while still defiant, shimmer with apprehension.She even crosses her fingers, and from the surreptitious twitching of her lips, she seems to be murmuring, “Please don’t be it, please don’t be it, please don’t be it.”

What an enigma she is.I glance once more in the direction of Wesley and Camden and match their silent chuckles.She certainly is something if she even made Wesley, well-known for his general scary stoicism, grin.

She’s even more beautiful than in her picture.And yes, I am taking into account her attire, but somehow "beautiful" doesn’t quite describe her.She’s exquisite.Shining black satin hair peeks out from the hat on her head.Thick, dark eyelashes frame her gorgeous caramel-colored eyes.Her lips are full and luscious, and the body underneath that classic nanny attire fails to hide her curves.

When the matriarch, Mrs.Mariam Jensen, and an entourage of lawyers asked for a meeting, we felt obliged to accept.The Jensens are a well-renowned family, and we have a longstanding business and social relationship with them.

While our fathers had no interest in taking over Manning Edwards & Nash, it was our uncles who took us under their wings from a young age, mentoring us to become the most powerful men in business today.We wouldn’t have it any other way.

We knew about the marriage deal with the Jensens—and thought it was funny until their matriarch came calling.We were hardly interested in getting married, confirmed bachelors that we were, but suddenly intrigued—more piqued when she offered all three of us her granddaughter as our bride.

Then Mariam Jensen showed us a picture of Haley Jensen.We could have politely declined if we didn’t want our lives turned upside down.We couldn't say no.

“Hi, my name is Dean Edwards.These are my friends and business partners, Wesley Manning and Camden Nash.Collectively, your grooms,” I say, taking pity on the poor beauty who clearly thought her grandmother had offed her to our fathers instead.

She blinks as she takes us in again before she bites her lip and continues full steam.

“Okay, look, I found a loophole.”

She opens her envelope, spreads the sheets out onto the boardroom table, ruffles through them, and then points to a paragraph.

“This right here,” she says, reading aloud, “The marriage agreement shall be declared null and void should the chosen party change their mind for any such reasons as incompatibility, lack of attraction, etc.

“Addendum: While I want my great-granddaughter to live a happy life with any of the proposed families I have chosen to unite in marriage, I will not embarrass her by asking the next potential family for a union if the first chosen party fails to commit.”

She finds another sheet of paper.“See, all you have to do is sign here.This means that upon further perusal, if you don’t want to marry me, I automatically inherit ten million dollars.As you know, my family is in complete financial ruin.I crunched some numbers on the way here in my head, and this will work out perfectly for all of us.

“With that ten million dollars, I’ll be able to pay off a good portion of my parents' debt and set up new conditions for their other smaller debts.The trust fund automatically comes to me when I turn thirty-five, married or not, so I just need to keep my parents afloat until then.But I do need that ten million dollars right now.The main thing is I’ll save the Jensen house, which is the most important thing to my parents at the moment.

“I know it’s grandiose to keep, and it’ll give a false impression of how dire things are, but that house has been in our family since the late 1800s.It’s more sentimental than anything else.Losing it will send my parents into manic depression.

“They’ll still be earning royalties through a few licensing agreements, and since I’ll be overseeing that, the rest of their debt will be paid over time.This is a great clause.All four of us will be released from this marriage.You won't feel obligated.I won't have to get married.It’s a win-win situation.”

We don’t say anything for a while.Fuck, I love watching her try so hard not to squirm while keeping her head held high.Our lives are never going to be the same again, that's for sure.Except Ms.Jensen, soon to be ours, has no idea that the instant we knew of her existence, she turned our worlds upside down.She’s ours now, and we plan to share her delectable body among the three of us, teaching her slowly at first to accommodate us, to stretch her, then to ravish every part of her until she screams each of our names from her pretty lips as we pulse deep inside her.

Fuck.No woman has ever made us feel this way.

“No.”The word is spoken by all three of us.

We’re not letting her out of our sight.She will be our bride.

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