The Billionaire's Contract Heiress

reaming against the asphalt. Aria's heart p

that?" she demanded

e as he gripped the steering wheel. The car was sleek and bla

e grabbed his arm. "You can't

h me while

ld enough to freeze t

e she'd been burned. "Fine. B

me." He took a sharp turn, and she grabbed the door handle. "The man you

racked. "You didn't think to mention th

didn'

ere was no humor in it. "You're

she saw something human in those gray eyes. "But I'm al

me? Fro

nts to use you to get to me." He pulled into an und

neath the tallest building she'd ever seen.

where y

killed the engine and got ou

-

house wa

entire city. Marble floors so polished she could see her reflection. F

ving room, her worn sneakers sinki

is...

ie. "Your room is down the hall. Second door on the left. Y

ssed her arms. "So what now? Do

His gaze traveled from her cheap sneakers to

I'll have someone take

need your

oward her, and she instinctively stepped back.

ot you

hes from her face. "And my wife does

? You're exactly what I thought you

er contract. You can't quit. And if you b

anted to scream. But more tha

couldn't quit. Her fathe

ered. "Whatever y

toward her room, but

ri

fr

aving the penthouse without my permission. Rule number two: no contact

She spun around. "What about

r the paper. "Your father will receive the best care

an't d

knows about you now. He knows your father is your weakness.

t a sick

cing her to look at him. "You're mine now, Aria. Only mine. And I don't

d was warm against her skin

and," she

"Get some rest. Tomorrow,

ain

naire's wife." He walked toward his s

oor, leaving Aria alone i

ree pages of rules. Three pages of rest

ure to comply will result in termination

million dollars. She co

ment-and collapsed on the bed. The sheets were silk. The pi

partment with the leaky faucet. She missed her

ed being

. A text from an

you could marry Christian Kn

blood r

father is. I know where y

hristian know everything about you

bled. She typed b

g twenty-one years to meet you. We

er phone like

ir

obody. She was a waitress. She was Ar

ess

room. Something felt

pened it. Rows of dresses. Des

helf, a sing

es. A woman holding a baby. The woman looked...

My darling daughter. I'll

breath

footsteps

that

stood in the doorway

the photo. "Who is this woma

ightened. "Where

ed toward him. "You knew, didn't you? You kne

ri

voice cracked. "W

or a moment, he looked almos

hem, and the col

e said. "That's all

not an

eave. "Stay in your room. Don't answer your phone.

isti

d at the

ispered. "And I will find out what it is

d. But his voice was

hat I'm a

or, she heard his voice, muffled but clear: "I found her, Elena. After twenty-one years... I finally found your daughter. But if Victor gets to her fir