Substitute Bride: Sold To The Ruthless Biker

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struck two-thirty. Half an hour until

the brass handle of the library door. "A legal severance? You'll be nothing. A

es ago, Eleanor," I said, my voice razor-cal

face to the grandfather clock, calculating the mathematics of his own survival. He was a corrupt real estate developer; he un

t. "Not in thirty minutes. The bank compliance flags alone will freeze the transaction. Two point five

He wasn't lying about the wire clearance limits. Two point five million was enough to buy passports, f

spite the fire in my chest. "Cleared and confirmed in my account w

g breath that smelled of stale tobacco and de

stammered. "Your

fixer. Mr. Hayes is my attorney. I retained him th

ck and a sudden, sharp realization that he ha

peak, the library

was a man in his late fifties with sharp gray eyes and a reputation in the city's grey markets for drafting ironclad no

d, his tone entirely professional. "The

pen the brass latches of his briefcase, and laid thre

aiver of all future estate claims, a mutual non-disparagement clause with liquidated damages of one million dollars per breach, and an

ring at the crisp, legal print. "You knew

"And cowards always take the path of least resista

the cap. He scratched his jagged signature across the bottom of all three copies. Eleanor stepped forw

is pocket, pressing it firmly into the pa

the screen of my personal smar

atter of keys filled the room, punctuated only by my shallow, meas

an encrypted offshore ban

med: $2,500,000.00 U

screen. The weight of twenty-one years of abuse, neglect, and terror

ring the agony lancing through my ribs, I signed my name for

gned documents and sliding them into his briefcase. He handed me the th

red ribs. I looked at Gregory, who sat slumped in his leather chair like an e

here to tape my chest. I have a meeting with my new ow