The $500 Million Contracted Bride: Bound to Mr. Blackwood

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get to the office.

ld have swallowed me in a blowjob. Or at the very least, I should have lo

and I looked more like a runaway than a corporate heiress. Judging by my father's nin

to pay off this time. Was it the twenty-two-year-old yoga instructor or the cock

together by my willpower and the last few pieces of my mother's jewelry that he hadn't gambled away yet.

ning against the wood for support. My lungs were bur

r's right-hand man for a decade, but today he looked like he was waitin

panted. I pointed a finger at my messy hair. "Don't even loo

ugh. He didn't e

my voice low. "On a scale of one to ten,

ooked away. "Just go in, Mi

and the heavy hinges gro

ve time for this, especially with a date with Liam in an hour. I just wanted one normal night

crisis ruin my evening. I stepped inside,

I'm changing my name and moving to a different continent. I am not ba

n't an

iping a stray hair

by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the city like h

ing girl with a baby bump. Instead, my eyes landed on the man sitting in my father's oversized l

for a second, I fo

line, and cold blue eyes that seemed to see right through me. There was something famili

will

n to my flushed face, ending at my scuffed heels. He trailed back up, lingering on the curves I usu

own, suddenly felt very dry. I pulled the edges of

looks better in person," he spoke quietly, but h

. My mouth was no longer dry; it was loaded and the sarcasm was already bubbl

expensive black suit. "Honestly, I didn't realize Dad had finally run out of g

oice cracked from the corne

I was too busy staring do

. He looked like a man who had seen everything and was still waiting for me to

ross my face and started to clap. "I have to hand it

re inches apart. I wanted him to feel as uncomfortable as I did. "So, are you

t blue, they were the color of

right now!" My father choked out

eat, a brief, heated moment that felt like a physical touch. Then he leaned back slowly

ilted my head. "I hope you got the money upfront for fucking him becau

cially kicked in, and she was

ard him rushing toward me, but I held up a hand and

s about who you're fucking or if you're bise

ath coming in short, panicked bursts. "Do you

ling a finger at his chest. "And you? You're just th

y father

to his knees with a heavy thud, his

was acting like I'd just insulted a god instead of

k angry. He just looked like a man who had just found a n

drunk, crying over lost bets, and beggi

roken he had looked the night he sat me down

man. He was terrifyingly calm. He rested his elbow

," he finally spoke up after everything I

gering on my lips as if

That mouth of yours is going to star

he trembled on the floor. "Dad? Really? What did you do this time?

air, my lip curling. "So how much does he owe you

his gaze staying locked on mine. He didn't look like a man who had been insulted; he looke

embling so hard I could barely understand him. His forehead was

ickered, lookin

say Mr. Blackwood? I snapped my head toward the m

ted at him, my finger t

d Holdings. The man who bought entir

e on the covers of every major business magazine,

ther's company and everything we owned without even c

as here instead of picking a fight over the way he looked at me. I groa

ith the slow grace of someone who never had to hurry because the world waite

I cleared my throat, lifting a single finger to try and regain some

a stick. He didn't move a muscle, but the coldness in his stare made my finger tremble. I held

llion dollars,"

e hundred million dollars deb

mad? Or was Silas

dollars for a chatterbox who doesn't know how to shut the fuck up?" He turned his gaze