Money for love

inder of the world of power and influence she had just stepped into. Alexander's presence in the penthouse was as commanding as it had been in his office. He m

hope we're convincing enough." He took a step closer, his eyes locking onto hers. "We will be," he said, his voice firm. "Remember, we have everything to gain from this." The intensity of his gaze sent a shiver down her spine. For a moment, she wondered if there was more to his motivations than he had let on. But she quickly pushed the thought aside. This was a business arrangement, nothing more. As the weeks passed, Emma and Alexander settled into a routine. They attended meetings, social events, and dinners together, always maintaining the façade of a happy, engaged couple. Despite the initial awkwardness, they found a rhythm that worked for them. Emma learned to read Alexander's subtle cues, to anticipate his needs and reactions. But beneath the surface, tensions simmered. Emma couldn't ignore the growing attraction she felt towards Alexander, nor the occasional glimpses of vulnerability he showed. She found herself drawn to him in ways she hadn't anticipated, her emotions a tangled mess of confusion and desire. One evening, as they returned from a particularly grueling business dinner, Emma couldn't hold back any longer. "Alexander, I need to know something," she said, her voice trembling slightly. He turned to her, his expression guarded. "What is it?" "Why did you choose me for this arrangement?" she asked, her heart pounding. "Out of all the people you could have approached, why me?" For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze fixed on her. Then, with a sigh, he walked over to the window, looking out at the city below. "Because you're different," he said quietly. "You're strong, intelligent, and unafraid to stand up for what you believe in. I knew you could handle the pressures of this arrangement, that you wouldn't crumble under the weight of it." Emma's breath caught in her throat. She hadn't expected such honesty, such a glimpse into his true thoughts. "But why do you need a fake fiancée at all?" she pressed, needing to understand. He turned back to her, his eyes filled with a mixture of frustration and something else she couldn't quite identify. "Because this merger is crucial for the future of Knight Enterprises. The board wants to see stability, to know that I'm capable of more than just ruthless business tactics. A fiancée-someone like you-provides that image." Emma nodded slowly, processing his words. She understood the logic, but it didn't make the situation any easier. "And what about us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What happens when this is all over?" Alexander's expression softened, and for a moment, Emma saw the man behind the mask. "We part ways, as agreed," he said. "But until then, we're in this together." The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of activity. Emma threw herself into her work, both at Knight Enterprises and in her efforts to stabilize Lawson Industries. Alexander was a constant presence, his support unwavering even as their arrangement grew more complex. One night, as they sat in the penthouse living room revi