sition for her had her mind racing. It was absurd, it just didn't make any sense at all... The man sitting beside her was a stranger, a stranger she had bumped

President of Sinclair Enterprises and a wel

The man was a walking iceberg... that was how the media always described him. Cold and ruthless with little to no tolerance for unnecessary interactions un

y, he

tic gallery of yours?" He asked coldly

tly does a billionaire like you want in return for sa

the road. "A marriage. A contract re

believe what she had just heard. "A contra

amily's going to rip me apart and I would lose the inheritance Iv'e worked hard for my whole life. But you Lena,

castic laugh. "What's next, you want me to sign away

his." Ethan said in a calm, matter-of-fact voice. "You'd have enough money t

orked for her entire life. He had a point, but there was no way in hell she was going to make this easy

ying the sarcasm. "I'm not some bargaining chip to be used in your twisted little

hat's exactly what I think, yes. Because you're about to lose everything Lena. You don't have any

ested in your 'proposal.' What's the catch Ethan? Because I'm not walking into some

d a signature for one year. You won't be my wife in the traditional sense, no emotional nonsense, no bullshit abo

eyes. "Sounds to

t plan on making this difficult for you if you play your part carefully, yo

king her head. "And you think I'm just going to

ge, it remained dry of emotion. "If you're not then you'll l

me with Lena deep in thought and only va

, they

ed it, the windows were cracked and the once vibrant paint was peeling away like layers of her fading hope. She didn't look at him as she got ou

cked pavement. He stopped at the door of the galle

aid quietly, her pride pushing thr

et and handed it to her, his fingers brushing hers. It sent a

od look and think carefully about my offer. My office

s way back to the car

y sign away her soul for a whole year for a gallery that might never be worth anything again?... She wasn't