Cold nights with possessive billionaire

ing. I said I've

le smudged the view outside. Inside, the room was quiet save for the occasional beeping from machines that seem

to go begging to anyone.

her throat. "There isn't an

d-eyed debt collectors-they weren't just knocking anymore; they wer

g her damp fringe out of her face. "

ned. "You didn't sell anything, did you?

truth. The paperwork was clean, the terms

er into the pillow. "What sort

rase it. She could dress it up with euphem

tting m

ked. "Marri

who needs a wife more than a relationship. It's...

ls, Aria," Elaine rasped. "You can't ma

eady s

red, stunn

love wasn't everything. Well, this isn't

her mother's eyes, so she kissed her forehead, whispered a promis

-

ike a shadow. Aria stepped in and barely bu

anor. Her new home, if

CEO. Ruthless. Cold. And soon,

dian décor, no warmth anywhere. He'd asked three questions, she'd

ees like some modern-day castle. The car pulled

e. This was a dea

-

or. She looked like she belonged in a BBC period

ady turning. "Follow me. You'

le floors. The house was painfully silent.

ls, dark wood, a bed too large for som

ur measurements. Mr Blackwood wil

"Will he be

ives

d. This wasn't pretend

and tried to make her face look less exhausted.

white shirt, sleeves rolled, collar

it

e

nutes. The food was delicious, but

ked up. "How's

ria blinked

p. No comfort. Jus

er ended,

d. "There's on

rd and pulled out a velvet box. Ins

ed before sl

act the part in public. Private ar

no

ed in. Just close enough for

ry morning. You'll return by six. You'll be at e

equired?" she a

mile. Tha

ight kiss to her forehead. Not warm. Not po

ped back

ed. "Sleep well

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n the unfamiliar bed,

longer Ar

Aria B

her mother... was marry

hone buzzed on the nightstand - a s

ow who you've