Billionaire's Marriage Deal

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fference in its wake. Even the most spurious display of civility now felt akin to a laborious task. My role was more defined now, the sacrifices I made were clearer, and the thought of it weighed upon me like a heavy, crushing

hts extending below me. It was a spectacular view, yet I just couldn't muster up any e

y husband i

t was only a contract, as simple as any business transaction. But with days

n, but still, it wasn't enough. Her health was declining faster than any of us had anticipated. And that was the only thing keepi

s was something bey

part of the perfect couple: Jonathan, the cold-hearted billionaire, and me, his qu

s colder now than he ever had been, and it was almost as if the contract between us gave him permission to shut off whatever semblance

ond what was necessary to keep up appearances. Sometimes, though, when he looked at me, I couldn't help but catch myself in the wond

on my shoulders. The man I worked for, the man I married, wasn't just cold; he wa

my fault, but Jonathan didn't care. He snapped at me in front of everyone; the words cutting like ice leaving his mouth. And I stood

I was enduring it for Emily, he was enduring it for control. The company was his obsession and

om creaked open and I

ice. "We're going out tonight. The

n the doorway, his suit impeccably tailored, not one hair ou

ofter than I meant for

he question itself was an irritant. "It's for appearance's sak

the lump in my thro

k of the door closing after him a stark contrast to the

t already felt like a lifetime. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up the charade, how much longer I coul

my mind-the way she smiled upon my visitation, the pain etched in her eyes.

more in that glass. But that wasn't important. What was important was survival through th

dness, and the pain, because f