The billionaire secret scars

rived at work with almost

already made it clear: this job was going to be hell on earth I had barel

Av

, ensure to clutche yhe files beside me. Lucas was sitting on his wheelchair close to the door

ing, or are you just addicted to

, closing the door behind me. He was already seated, his wheelchair deliberately ous

ht now!" I sa

ort looks like it was written by no oth

could catch it, it slid off. He frowned. "Sir,

n't want and won't tolerat

deliberately waiting for a reaction, perhaps hoping I would collapse or

'll look into it wi

ng that. "Of course you will do just". No

he job, something to put food on the table, I would have thrown the report in his face without looking ba

untant display. "If I wanted a bunch of brainless roasted ch

mered out an apology before Lucas in

and returned them to her to arrange. By lunchtime, no one wanted to move, speak, or even breathe heavily. The office was a battlefield and Lucas

ked in. Everything changed automatically. Lucas, who had just finished painting a chaotic picture, sud

ways successfully scared your employees to death, I understand

'm checking on you, of course! You work hard.

you?" Does my grumpy gr

. If I said no, I would probably be the next person fired. "It's... it kee

ady!" Most people are too afraid to sa

r had this rare needed energy that made me forget, just

ch." She slipped her soft arm th

is the wo

rotest. He didn't flinch. He just sighed and rubb

Don't try to stretc

why was Lucas Blackwood still human when next to her? And why d

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office buzzed with frantic audible whispers, employees glued to their screens, exchanging nervous glances as they watched the news. I hadn't seen Lucas all mo

rribly as he rushed toward me. "The boss want

's mouth. As soon as I entered Lucas's office, the tension hit me like a brick wall. Luc

heavy, and suffocating.

n in a low, unfriendly voice. "What

What kind of question is that.

ry. "Do I see a man who is very... er, ve

time." I was shaken, s

ys angry? His jaw clen

ripped off by the medi

ews," he asked, His eyes sparkled. "Congratulations. You're not c

ious - something that, if true, could destroy his

ly at me like I was a bug under his shoe. He leaned back, studying me, calculating an

ze. "What did

ted without remors

ward. "You... are

at least." Something was wrong somew

something eve

ms in confusion

ing so hard to tolerate my ve

uncontrollably. I look a

ge, yes, that's what it is. Just one year. No emotion attach

nto a hysterical laugh. "You can't be

e? I repeated it, still trying to unders

entable no doubt," he

nough for what exactly?" Wow. What a proposal, to a non

ly. I need to fix some business mess. A woman, especially one wi

fusion. " And what do I

mile, maybe mockery. "Security. money of cours

ucas Blackwood knew exactly what I was en

ery high. "What i

turn back." I clenched my fists. This man is heartless. This cold, calculating, heartles

at him, my mind racing with the impossible. And th

r. Will I take the deal to save my financia