His Collateral Bride:A Billionaire Romance

hrough the tension like a blade. "Are you waitin

ad bowed as she assisted him. Ingrid watched the head-maid's frantic retreat with a look o

d who had been given his favorite candy. "Ingrid," he called out,

rms around his neck. Dave's hands found her waist instantly, pulling her against him. They s

meone who was out of breath. Th

esperate tangle, an intense display of tongue and lips that seemed to go on forever. L

emories of an ex she thought she had buried years ago. She blinked

ayla finally found her voice, her s

ing around their heads, a nuisance they had forgotten was even in the room. Ingrid wiped the corner

h and sneered, "What do

me a dummy?' Layla asked herself, turning her gaze to Dave, e

on," Layla said, her voice trembling.

und of their mocking laughter. It lasted for two agonizing minutes before Dave lifted Ingri

om her face. "You are my wife only on paper and nothing

tively snaked an arm around her. Layla could fee

id's hand to his lips. He kissed her knuckles, his eyes locked onto L

f her dignity. She wanted to scream, to fly at Ingrid and claw that smirk off her face, b

h the boxes in a desperate attempt to be invisible. Layla clenched the fabric of

t Layla. "Don't let those few moments of affection Dave showed you get to your head

arked, "What are you waiting for?

aporated. Her knees buckled, and she sank to the cold floor. The

be hell on earth.'

was left of her. She thought of the documents explicitly stating her late father owed him ten million dollars. She remembered her mother's

shoulder startled her. She wiped her eyes and looked up to see the driver. He was holding out a silv

ands shaking as she answ

the other end. "You have a doctor's appoint