The Billionaire's Contracted Heart

ht lights overhead made her feel even more stressed. She was overwhelmed with

nstead, she was stuck working at Blackwood Enterprises, doing

ck. The office buzzed with activity, but it felt fa

role. He expected her to handle his schedule, answer emails, and manage

without saying a word. He was known for being efficient and unemotional. Claire respected him, bu

her from her thoughts. It

e one week before we lose th

his news for a while now, but seeing it

many jobs in their small town. Claire remembered when their home was lively

heir family hard, and her dad never recovered. Now, three years later, Cl

st at Blackwood had been her last hope. But the extra pay b

o support her. It was a balancing act-keeping up with work deadlines while ensuring her dad

ening to take their home soon

plied to her dad's text, even

. I'll figure

ng her phone but ignored the urge

roaching. He wore a sharp suit, his serious expression suggesting he was deep

ice sharp. "I need that r

quickly. "Got it, Mr. Blackwood.

presence made Claire feel small and very aware of her actions. He was in charge, and she

ey had before losing everything. What could she do? Her pay was ba

come a lawyer. But with everything falling apart, that dream felt out o

unlikely. Or perhaps she could ask a friend for help? But

, another message popped up o

hing important. Meet me

ly asked to meet outside of work tasks.

o Ethan's office, her heels clicking along the q

g over some papers. He raised his e

proposition for you," he sa

ickened. A propositio

ious. "I need your help with something. It'

confused. "What

ance. Just for show. The board wants me married to strengthen my position. It's a contract marria

o Ethan Blackwood? The very man who ba

h other. This felt crazy, but it could sol

out it. But you only have a week to decide. If you say ye

om her financial nightmare. But it also felt like a trap. Marrying t

red, feeling like her worl

time, but remember, ti

er mind a whirlwind of th