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Liana didn't believe in fate.
But standing beneath the chandeliers of the Wolfe Global gala, with a flute of untouched champagne in her hand and the weight of a thousand professional expectations on her shoulders, she was starting to doubt her convictions.
Because there he was again.
Damien Wolfe.
The man she'd met in a café by accident-twice. The