MARRIED TO THE COLD BILLIONAIRE

PTE

have a ch

g violently against the hardwood floor.

ure casting a shadow across the dimly li

y parents have been dead for three days, and you're alre

ncle hissed, stepping clo

backed toward the window. "You never cared about me o

h your tongue, girl. I've been managing this family's

red, the realization hitting her like ice w

o fast she didn

ain. She stumbled backward, catching herself on the windo

ed, his hand still raised. "Your

rs-not of sadness, but pure rage. "Then why are you d

g to the floor. Glass shattered. "The board has no confidence in you. Investors are already pulling out.

pping to something cold and dangerous. "You arra

silence was

," Kate

m. You will be gracious. And you will accept his proposal." He walked to the door, pausing at the threshold. "Or I'll ma

r click

window-a young woman with a red handprint blooming across her pal

y is the most important thing, Kate. No ma

ss scattered across the floor, she

was the most dang

-

days

one on the garden. The sweet scent of flowers filled the air, and the chirping of bir

l home, and a promising future. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jones, o

e. And as their only child, Kate had grown up surrounded by love, wealth,

e most important thing, Kate. No matt

believ

would often spend hours together, talking about everything and nothing. Whether it was f

graduated with a degree in business administration and

expand her parents' company, introducing

had oth