Entangled: The deadly secret of a Billionaire's Widow

air as Ava Montgomery stared at the shabby

as she could remember. Today, however, the sweetness seemed tai

geles. It was the place where her guardians met and fell in love, where her grandparents spilt their hearts and souls, and wh

read, had a creased brow from stress. Her mother, who was usually a whirlwind of energy, walked slowly, her shoulders s

rippling repossession."

s hear

stry kitchen was more than just a fair transaction.

My dear, we have looked into every avenue. Nowadays, there is hardly anybody eager to help out in a struggling pastry kitchen.A wave of weakness washed over Ava. She w

ay, breaking the beautiful silence. Following the grooves created by years of use, she traced her fingertips down the counter, each one serving as a testament to her family's dedication. H

ing with a mixture of fear and confidence.On the threshold stood a towering, commanding figure, his face obs

ve, provoking curiosity. He went on, "My title is Charles Wellington," an

identify it."Mr. Westlake might be... a very successful businessman," Mr. Wellington s

his reclusive Mr. Westlake to have her? When he saw that she was faltering, Mr. Wellington gest

ington continued: "Mr. Westlake is mindful of your family's... monetary challenges," his voice fading to a whisper of c

ficient to clear your obligations and secure your future." Ava's throat tightened with breath. It so

. Wellington's eyes sparkled as he said, "Mr. Westlake might be a

hear

e is advertising you a marriage of comfort, Miss Montgomery,"

ver, I can assure you that Mr. Westlake could be a liberal and compassionate individual. He will provide you with a secure and comforting existence. Ava's thoughts whirled. Her guardians' stressed-out looks, the pastry kitchen, and thei

she watched Mr. Wellington go into the night, their aroma now stifling, a reminder of the unfathomable decision she had to make. Her flexibility was the price she had to pay for the fate of her family's gift. Wit

r voice shaking. "There was a ma

ged anxious glances,

ion?"Unsure of how to bring up the topic, Ava hesitated. "He... he speaks to a well off

y shop."Her parents' eyes brightened with faith as a wave of assistance passed over their features. "A