Silent Vows: Protected By The Billionaire

but a violent, glaring shade that seemed to pu

K GALLERY V. HUNTER CAPITAL.

gh her stomach, hot and acidic. She pressed her hand against the Formica table of the diner, fe

the table sounded like a drill in the

s. You signed the acquisition papers, Grace. This falls on you. I have a way out, but

miliar paralysis taking hold. The pressure built behind her eyes. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the phon

ust of wind cut through the stale sm

unter wa

for the narrow aisle between the booths. He wore a dark bespoke suit, no logos, just fabric that looked heavy and matte. He looked clinical, not exhausted. Th

ing the space with a cold efficiency that made Gr

She couldn't wave. He

ved with a fluid grace that seemed at odds with the cramped space. He

be deposed," Alaric said, his

ick escaped. The selective mutism was a c

dry, humorless sound. "No matter. I prefer

e booth creaking under his weig

en still displaying her father's text. She then

: What do

fool. He thinks he can negotiate his way out of corporate espionage. He

he counter seemed to stop. Alaric didn't blink. He stared at her, his express

ow, a deep rumble that vibra

mbling over each other in ink. You'

ecise and cold. "You need a legal shield. A firewall. My grandmother's trust stipulates that I must be married to unl

e table. "So I become your wife. A legal barrier. My father gets his deal, and the lawsuit against me

ed into the corners of her mouth. She was exactly what the risk assessment report

randmother's lawyer. The trust remains locked until the

a sheaf of documents, bound in blue. He smooth

keep our finances separate. No shared debt. No expectations. In one year, we

matting impeccable. Clause 3: Financial Independence. Clause 7: Public Conduct

his voice flat. "It's a secure penthouse in

Manhattan alone. "You want to support me?" Gr

the words costing her. "But the gallery archives... the r

eign sensation. He was used to people asking him for money

table, invading her personal space. The scent

?" he asked softly. "Once you s

pressing so hard the pen tore the flimsy paper. As long as you have a pulse

ntblanc pen he produced from his jacket. He didn't hesitate. He sig

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t like she'd been holding for

diner felt even sma

looking up at h

Philippe that Grace knew was authentic.

n. The noise of the city rushed back in-sirens, honking tax

corner," Alaric said

object. Once he was out of sight, tucked into the shadow o

led a

preliminary injunction against Kirk. Prepare the asset transfe

d on the other end. "City Ha

igeon peck at a discarded crust

efore Marcus

by a sleek black Maybach that pulled silent

?" he

the legal agreement li