Married To A Possessive Billionaire

do this." Hilda curs

e her husband, Alexander Hartman, the enigmatic billiona

ing windows of her little apartment, casti

ime as usual. She has always been the perfect, dutiful

. I won't allow you to crumble what I've worked so hard for, all becaus

ve dreams and aspirations, and an arranged marriage certa

st marry him. I refuse to become an ob

w you plan to live the rest of your life?" He asked, looking around the

a found out that my daughter lives here, that wou

t,

rrupting their heated conversation, and Hilda to

d made way to the door, her st

with Alexander Hartman, his piercing blue eyes ap

made her feel small and insignificant in comparison. "Ms

ed, offering a polite smile, trying to mask t

re. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything".

was just leaving anyway." Her f

"Come, we have much to discuss," he said, holding o

her arm through his, allowing him

hairs, facing each other, th

nder began, his voice devoid of warmth or compassion. "But I am

tuation sinking in. It was more like she was nothing m

together," she replied, her voice steady, refusing to

r controlled. I have my own aspirations and dreams that I in

s a fire within you, Hilda. I must admit, I find it rather enticing. But ma

ut love? What about a genuine connection between two people?

es, almost imperceptible. "Love is a game Hilda, and I'm

ng a solid foundation, a partnership that will unite

t be forced or manufactured, and from the depths of my soul, she feared the void that wo

"but I will not be your prisoner, Alexander. As I said earlier, I have dreams and

out a sigh. "Perhaps I misjudged you, Hilda," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of vulne

sion. "And are you willing to embrace the woman

he corners of Alexander's lips

I’m not ready for this.” Hi

either be my wife, or your family goes bankrupt; making y

with a sharp smirk on his face, t

ing married to Alex

s. Thompson. Don't be late." Alexander sai

He cupped her chin with his palm and then found h

to kiss me?