The Billionaires bargain

open, and Rose Voss entered the

ng view of Los Angeles, with sparkling lights mocking he

suit that exuded strength and authority. A single ray of sunshine illuminated the silver cufflinks on his spotless white shirt,

. Despite the beautiful couch, it felt really cold. She sat, adjusting the length of

e low and calm. "Thank you fo

a pleasant fa

"We've already established that formality is unnecessary." He mo

rganized in columns, with clauses describing roles, responsibilities, and consequ

onfession in the hospital hallway. Overdraft accounts, hazardous loans,

, despite her instincts

me make it clear this is completely transactional. You marry me.

exchange, I will pay Harris's complete fees, a

clenched. "And

Enough for your everyday necessities, clothing, food, an

rated. "Separate

t to force you into my bed." "Th

words were inscrib

entered into a contract marriage with someone she hardly

said, barely a

an eyebrow.

ked. "My

ist with a bright career. Before you interfere with your brother, I need a lady w

nd offended in equal measure

my circles, marriage is a sign of stability: "Your backgroun

t. "You don't se

o sacrifice for her family. That demonstrat

in her lap. "And..

s ice. "Then your brother goes to prison. I r

imagined Harris behind bars, his painful e

o it,"

thusiastically. He shoved t

es encapsulated her whole future, including

tment unused for a few days. The amber instrument seemed subs

lowed from her spirit in the past

he scribbled her n

ic

e reached behind him for a glass decanter and poured cri

rink with horror. "

ass. "To your br

taste in her tongue was caused by som

arged. The weight of her cho

s throat. "Welcome to the

h lurched.

her with one

awed just enough to reveal a hin

creen. A single brow crinkled. "Change of p

oze. "E

k. "You will gather your valuables

dress suited for a billionaire's wedding, no understanding of

d more

ed. "Time is a luxur

everything for her brother, but now

and the black folder containing he

deeply, attempting to stabilize herself. The door slamm

m her closest friend in New York, asking whether she wa

the estate sprang in her mind, white-pillared gates, ro

time, she recognized herself clearly not as a violinist or a sister, b

. The driver bowed

, transporting her aw

ily on her lap, its silver-embossed cover reflec

and cradled the fo

d more than you ar

ed her. The driver cast a

lady holding a camera on the curb, her si

a quiet gasp as t

r sped

was part of a story,