The Marriage Contract with the Billionaire

them all. Each of them, with this same anxiety tightening his chest, had pronounced the same sentence: a formal notice. H

ad built, brick after brick, was escaping her. She felt the noose tightening around her neck, each deadline that passed it a little more in panic. His savings were exhausted, his

ld, a world where the rules were completely different. She had left this restaurant with more questions than answers, but

e had her eternal smirk, this malicious light in the gaze that had al

sked by gently closin

, her eyes riveted o

no longer leave me respi

in front of her on the wo

ourself like that. Things don't seem to go in y

her, a glimmer of a

s me? Do you want me to sell my soul and get married wi

almost compassionate s

ou are reluctant. It's huge, it's unthinkable

on the desk, her body

Léa. I can't do that. I

e window, her gaze getting lost in the street that paraded

for what you worked. You will lose the business you have created. And after? Would you

t couldn't imagine her life linked to a man whom she barely knew, without real affection, without real promise, without an

fers you is a life buoy. It may not be suitable for you, but it's a way to get y

front of her. The words she had heard about Alexander's offer resounded in her head. A contract. A marriage without commi

ven know what he really wants. Why me? Wh

nds crossed on her stom

uation. He doesn't need you for love, Clara, he needs you for a facade. And you need him to save your business.

d a lot of time to think about it. Every day spent procrastinates was an extra day when she lost ground. Each more day when she refused

mined voice. I need to understand what he expec

hed to her to give her an affe

est. Don't let your pride prevent

had not yet made a decision, but at least she knew she had to face reality. That she was going to see him agai

body. What consequences could this encounter have?

nk yo

m an encour

uck. Be

ath short, while she was preparing to mak