A Gambler: The Billionaire's Wife

corner of the betting shop, watching as the last horse she had bet on stumbled across the finish line

he financial pit they had fallen into after her father's illness. But hope had quickly turned into desperation.

y up, or you'll wish you had." His words echoed in her mind, making he

g air, her phone buzzed. A number she didn't recogni

a clipped ma

ping the phone tight

Ethan Carmichael. He's requested a meeting with

. CEO of Carmichael Enterprises. A man whose face was splashed across business mag

e a mistake,"

is aware of your circumstances. He believes

e true. Yet, what choice did she have? The debt collectors w

exclusive skyscrapers-and a time for later that evening

azer and slacks she had bought years ago and barely wore-she felt utterly out of place. The lobby was all ma

s, minimalist office. The city lights twinkled through floor-to-c

e was. Etha

ned, his piercing blue eyes locked onto hers, assessing her with a calm intensity that made her want to squ

eep voice smooth and deliber

and nodded, unsur

, gesturing to a chair

to the one opposite her. "You're probably wondering

nt," she replied, trying to ke

inuing. "I'm aware of your situation, Miss Ayers. You owe a substantial sum of money

sment, but she couldn't deny it

id simply. "And when I see an opportunity, I

r heart pounding. "Wha

n the desk, his fingers s

she had misheard.

d within the next three months in order to retain control of Carmichael Enterprises. I don't have time for roman

ink I'm tha

beneficial arrangement. In exchange for one year of marriage, I'll pay off your debts a

oritative and also trying to take an advantage of my situation?" Maya asked. "Taking advantage of your situation you say?" Seeing her nodding her hea

ensing her hesitation. "Take 48 hours to think a

led mess. The idea was outrageous, ins

nd. "Desperate times call for desperate measures," he had said. A

ck was