When I was 20, I married my dad's older brother.
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I was twenty when I married Asher Blackwood, a man who was almost like a brother to my father, despite their age difference. He was eight years my senior, a notorious, ice-cold magnate in our circles. Ruthless in business, famously aloof with women, yet with me, he was impossibly gentle. He'd give orders to deliver multi-million-dollar jewels to me the very next day, just because I'd casually mentioned, "That necklace is pretty." He'd drop multi-million-dollar deals to personally brew me ginger tea when my period cramps had me curled up in bed, patiently spoon-feeding it to me until it…