The Billionaire's Contract Heiress

,000. That's how much her father's surgery would c

iss? Your ord

arista's. She'd been working at this coffee shop for three year

walked toward the corner table where a

lack coffee. Same cold, blank expression that mad

billionaire CEO of Knight Corp, voted "Most Eligible Bachelor in New

. Just drank his coffee and typed on his lap

lacing the cup down. "Blac

the sass. Sue her. She wa

for the first time in months. Cold,

use

" She tur

ri

from her phone. It was Dr. R

"But we need a decision by tomorrow.

g on it, Dr. Reynolds. I promi

If you can't pay by Friday, we'll have to move him out of

her like a pun

'll find i

th tears. She couldn't cry here. No

tray and found Christia

she snapped

was low, smooth, like dar

ne of your

said. Two hundred

aw. "I said it's no

ed his laptop.

. "Right. And I'm th

ser

aires play, but I'm not interested. I'm not some charity c

flickered in his cold eyes. Am

rity," he said.

ve anything

afé felt much smaller. At six-foot-three, he t

inked.

You'll live with me, attend events with me, play the role of m

ertain she'd mishear

l upfront. You can sav

t was a trick. It

d have any woman you want. Sup

His lips curved into a cruel smile. "You just

rty

ex. No romance. Ju

s. Her father's life. Thirty days wi

s the

is scent-cedar and something else. Something dangerous

handle

paper from his pocket. A contract. "

eath c

oon as you sign." He placed a pen on the contract. "What's it

t her phone, where a picture of her father in th

ked up

her name with a shaking hand. "I'm not do

each his eyes. "And just so we're clear... for

fore she could react.

our new life,

an with a scar across his face. "Well, well. If it isn't the great Christian Knight. I heard you were loo

ria's hand tightened

t in the

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he car!"

n, Mrs. Knight. Tell your new