The Billionaire's Twisted Crown

he plush mattress. The bed was too soft...too comfortable. Definit

ter

ionship with her. After two years of loyalty, of love, of believing in him. And he'd been chea

onstant humiliation. All the while, he was betraying her and screwing Isabella behind cl

igure seated across the room until a voice-deep, sm

finally awake,

ing a

tt scr

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n her chest trying to

ing back. The kiss. The pr

Alejandro Mori

urying her fac

assing way to s

ked up, her brea

ugh a tablet. He wore a gray suit, the top buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of ink curling along h

t's jaw

olly, "If you're done staring, get up

ng..." she stammered, then fr

eyes cold. "You proposed y

was drunk. I d

push the board meeting by two hours. Ca

d to her full

. "No. I'll stay r

s brow. "Sui

This contains the rules you are to follow, as

paper, then back at him

a

cted out. But that doesn't mean I'm actually going to marry you, besides

ont of hundreds of people. Camer

don't think I saw any of

r kissing him, the crowd gasping. Headlines were already circu

s stomach

was i thinking," she said. "I just h

n my board is calling for answers. Not when my stock dipped three po

are we going to do? Do you

f my wife, or face a defamation lawsuit and breach of privacy claim. You soiled my name, my imag

aught. "You're thre

want revenge on your ex? Fine. I want cont

. But the video... the headlines... the power he wielded. She wa

asn't going

n high. "If I agree to t

eyes narro

e. And I get to walk away after six months. N

you'll follow my rules in public. You'll atte

Fine. But I want my

ffcurse. As my wife,

er eyes. "Te

is coffee.

marriage certificate today. A maid will bring y

s widened. "Wh

Brooks. Any pro

ed her shoulders. "No. Not at

Alejandro l

way his suit hugged his frame. He was easily the most handsome man she'd ever

erything, she was s

me

, bowing slightly, an

id, ma'am. This is your breakfast and y

mouth to protest, bu

tz's inst

the tray and clothes down befor

nt, her mind spinning. After breakfast, she step

ick. Mascara streaked from tears. Hair t

s beyond em

in a fight. She groaned, and quickly slipped into the bath. The

I'm marrying Alej

se bun, did a simple makeup, helping her dress in the elegant cream dress laid out for her, the dress was beautiful as it

e said with a s

back. "you are

returned a few minutes l

waiting downs

rand staircase, each step echoing in the marble-floored foyer. Alejandro stood by the door

es scanning her

," he said, voice c

tt swa

ank

de. The ride to the registry office was quiet, save for the hum of the engine and the occa

ening. I'm m

ly pre-arranged by Alejandro's team. The room was minimal, clinical, with a desk, a f

ar cleared

Miss Brooks.

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make it