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Lumie Everhart

Lumie Everhart's Book(1)

BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE'S VOWS

BOUND BY THE BILLIONAIRE'S VOWS

Romance
5.0
BLURB/SYNOPSIS:"You can't be serious." Darcey Washington folded her arms, staring at Damien Sinclair like he had lost his mind. Across the sleek glass desk, Damien remained perfectly composed, his fingers steepled together. "I don't make jokes, Darcey. Not about business."She scoffed. "Business? Marriage isn't a business deal." His lips curved into something that almost resembled a smirk. "For people like me, it is." Darcey shook her head, gripping the blueprint sketches she had brought for his penthouse redesign,the job she had actually been hired for. "I came here to talk about interiors, not wedding vows." Damien leaned forward, his piercing gray eyes locking onto hers. "And yet, here we are."Her pulse pounded. "Why me?" He didn't blink. "Because I need a wife, and you need a lifeline." Darcey inhaled sharply. He knew. He knew about Ethan, about the medical bills stacking up, about the nights she stayed awake, terrified of losing her little brother. "How do you know about Ethan?" she whispered. Damien's voice was smooth, calculated. "I do my research. Your landlord was about to evict you. The hospital has started making calls. You don't have time, Darcey."Her stomach twisted. "And you think I'd just sell myself to you in exchange for a check?" Damien's gaze darkened. "No. I think you're smart enough to see a way out when it's offered to you." She clenched her jaw. This was insane. A marriage-one that wasn't real, one built on conditions, deadlines, and contracts. A man like Damien Sinclair didn't believe in love. He believed in control. "One year," he said. "No strings. No expectations. Just a contract that benefits us both." Darcey swallowed hard, her mind racing. This was dangerous. But so was doing nothing. Damien sat back, watching her with the patience of a man who already knew her answer. "What's it going to be, Darcey?" Her fingers trembled as she set the sketches down on the desk. "Where's the contract