Entangled Heart

ked open, its sound loudly heard

und of her heartbeat. Her eyes flicked to her wristwatch-an attempt to maintain

s as striking as Mia had always described-his chiseled features framed by a well-groomed beard, dark eyes that s

For a moment, his gaze rested on her, mainly noting the poise and calmness with which she carried h

and gesturing toward the chair opposite hi

m was his grip, warm his touch, and she couldn't help but notice a strength in his arm t

ht, her hands clasped together in her lap. She met his gaze, refus

nded. "Of course. Can I offer you something to

us flutter of her stomach. "No, thank you. Let's just get this over with," she said, her words short

ough. Are there any questions ab

5-if either party initiates a divorce before the five-year term is up, Miller's Ent

oah had to restrain himself from just reaching over the table and smearing it off his face. He felt

lance. "It's obvious this contract had been drafted to keep the m

right. This clause ensures that Anderson Enterprises is suitably compensated for the risk we're t

e through her very being. She tried to disregard the nervous flutter in her

ances," Damien replied silkily. "And, as you'v

s, swallowing the frustration.

ething else crossed his face-remorse, perhaps? In an i

he said with a voice a litt

a scratch of the pen on the paper. When it was all over and done, Da

ance, Noah?" Damien's tone light, but there

. Anderson," she

e. "We don't want the people-or the press-wonderin

, Mr. Anderson," she told him with perfect enunciation, her tone implying

series of moves. Turning back to her, he held a small velvet box. Opening it, h

ilt, an edge in her voice. Suddenly, her thr

Noah," he said as he slipped the ring onto her finger despite her trying to pu

.....

re. This wasn't just a business deal but a decision to change her life. She felt the weight of

. David asked as he ope

aid, sliding into the back se

nderson Enterprises towards home, Noah looked out the window, watching the city. He

er Mr. Miller's portrait. "Dad, I hope I did the right thing," she wh

ing the turmoil. "How did it go with Damien?"

ile she was a storm inside. She fought against the fear that gnawed at