The Billionaire's Contract of Vengeance

the polished mahogany table sat Damon Van Derlyn, a man who exuded power and an air of chilli

coffed, the absurdity of the situati

ile gracing his lips. "Precisely. A marriage in name

ay tell, is so beneficial abou

he title, the lifestyle, the security." He gestured around the opulent

dened. "A debt? W

ling mask of fury. "A debt of blood. A deb

sition. This was a dangerous game, a dance with a devil. But desperation, a con

" she asked, her voi

tion. No emotional entanglements. And when the debt is repaid..."

ge of defiance. "

. "Then the consequen

succumb to desperation and enter this dangerous game or risk losing everything. But the t