Kicked Out: Marrying The Secret Billionaire

he had spent the night staring at the water-stained ceiling, the small, torn piece

aging sea. It was crazy, dangerous, and com

ly there, reminded her what was at stake. This wasn't just about her

ked up the motel's greasy landl

s "Hello?" was crisp and alert, as

er Mueller," she said. "I... I accept

couldn't afford to replace with coffee. He arrived exactly on time, dressed not in his uniform but in a simp

d a slim briefcase on the table. From it, he

the table to her.

rm of seven months, ending one month after the child's birth. They would maintain se

l custody of the child. Christopher would provide a substanti

time and cooperation, Christopher would transfer the deed to

s was a business transaction, plain and simple. She was t

ocument. With a steady hand, she drew a clean, f

slightly. He watched her,

firm. She met his gaze, refusing to be intimidated. "I'm

s this: during the marriage, I need a safe place to live. A roof over m

ssessing, now held a flicker of s

zarre arrangement. "And I will contribute. I'll cook. I'll clean. I'll take

him anything more than

ingle, decisive nod. "Acceptable." He told her he had a place-a two

briefcase, and they both signed their names. Esther stared at her signature next to his. It fel

, his voice all business ag

mach churning with a m

ging at her finally broke free. "Why me?" she asked, stopping him

ht. "Because you are carrying my child," he said, his tone flat and logi

were no hidden emotions, no romantic delusions. I

ind of car she would expect a hotel concierge to drive. Every detail, from his uniform to his car to his talk of a "rented" apartment, solidifi

ing her ID tomorrow. His voice was impersonal, like

ands. Her life was about to be irrevocably altered. She was trading one