Billionaire romance ( Married to Mr cold-hearted)

marble steps of the courthouse, each step a reminder of everything she'd lost. Lo

trembling despite the summer heat. Final notice. Overdue.

Now she was Tessy Lane, broke, alone, and $138,000 in debt-the price of trusti

ce. It didn't. The city kept moving, unaware and uncaring, as she

use

Controlled. Like velvet

ed. Instead, she was met with cold grey eyes that looked at her as though h

ed money and power. He wasn't beautiful in the conventional sens

y Gab

headlines for acquiring failing companies and gutting them for sport. He wasn't

a folded paper she hadn't even noticed wa

snatched it from his hand, but didn't turn

ly, not unkindly. Just stating a f

sked, trying for a sm

r the desperation she didn't bother to hide. The red in her eyes

omething that d

with

inked.

e an o

e scoffed, though he

k I'd waste my time conning you out of..

u

ened by a fraction-like a crack

lack car idling at the curb, too sleek and glossy to belong to

even kn

," he said. "And I don

. At the pink sky above, as if waiting for a sign. The onl

ouldn't make h

ld

d the envelope into her