ight over a scene of quiet despair. The scent of damp wood and old bread filled the room. Sitting by the window was Elena Harper, an ei
eavier than usual. The rent was due. The bakery where she worked part-time had cut her hours again. And her mother's cough had wors
table, trying to finish a piece of stale bread. Their mother, Margaret Harp
argaret ca
, rushing to her side and ta
other whispered. "You shoul
in her throat. "We'll g
dn't pay rent o
of her late father - but he had stepped in after her father's death five years ago. Victor was a
ir in the room and looked at Elena with a
ictor said. "I've found a so
ned. "What d
owerful, wealthy beyond imagination. His name is Alexander Blackwood
Red Willow had. Alexander Blackwood was a billionaire, not
continued. "Not for love. For... a
ld. "What does that
lot. Enough to clear your family's debts, buy your
lently. "No. No! I'm not
ling. It's survival. You mar
How could he speak so casually
he whispered
ardening. "The landlord's coming next week. You owe month
sation from the sofa, tried to sit
s is what it takes to save T
d. "There has to
't. They had no relatives. No mone
Elena a crumpled piece of p
ress as best you can
like that
-
mewhere out there, Alexander Blackwood lived in a palace of glass and steel, untouched by
ght of her dreams - dreams of becoming a te
ashe
put on her best dress - a simple white one she had worn to church s
hugged Tommy tightly, and walked o
r. Its marble floors gleamed under chandeliers the size of carriages. Men in crisp suits and women in s
suit approached. "M
aid, her voice
is
ounge. And there, sitting in a black leathe
ine, piercing gray eyes that seemed to see straight through he
r silently for
cted," he said finally, his
thing, too af
d toward her, his movemen
d why you're h
r throat too tig
s. Blackwood in name only. You will attend events with me, smile when needed, and st
ting herself, hating the entire wor
accept?"
mother's sunken face.
er pride, her f
t," she