The Billionaire's Stand-In Wife

to her passion for art. But dreams don't pay bills, and lately, they certainly didn't cover the mounting medical expenses for

o find a man in an impeccable black suit. His piercing blue eyes and chiseled features were striking, but it was the air of authority about him tha

ou," he said, his tone polite but firm. Emily looked at the card. It was simple, with only an address and a time-tomorrow at noon. She

eptionist directed her to the top floor, where she was led into a lavish office that overlooked the en

as tall, broad-shouldered, and impeccably dressed. His presence commanded attention, and as he turned to face her, E

mooth as it was intimidating. "Thank you for co

Mr. King. I-I don't understand why someone lik

it down, and once she did, he sat across from her, steepling h

ertain she had m

grandmother is gravely ill, and her dying wish is to see me married. I have no interest in a re

ut Alexander King didn't seem like the kind of man who joked a

ex-fiancée. She left me just a month before our wedding, and my grandmo

s. "In return, I will pay off all your debts. Your mother's medical bills will be taken care of, and you will have

even for six months. But the thought of her mother, lying in that hospital bed, barely able to afford the treatments she neede

which were still cold, still unreadable. "I'll do it," sh