Billionaire's Deception

and black. Adriana Calloway sat in the corner of a dimly lit café, staring blankly at the u

d for-was gone. The debt collectors had come like vultures, stripping away not just the business but their home, their assets

able. Adriana glanced up

o Ro

sence sucked the air out of the room. His dark hair was slicked back, a few strands carelessly falling ove

idea why

His voice was smooth, controlled. The voice

dle of her cup, seeking something-anyth

meless, your mother's hospital bills are unpaid, and your father'

chest. "Did you co

meone who owned the world, he slid into the sea

rowned. "

ologne and something darker-something undeniably m

d misheard him. But the way he watched her, like a predat

dry laugh. "I thi

did

rful businessmen in the country, heir to the Romano f

arry me?" she asked, sus

s efficiency, he laid out the truth. "My grandfather's will is very sp

ad to be a reason. Men like Marco d

a business deal,"

e. "Precisely. You need money. I need a wife. A one-yea

marriage that wasn't real. A

hat choice d

uld crush her. She had nothing left.

h cool detachment. "Of course, you can refuse," he said. "Walk out of here, st

d. He was cruel, b

y. "And what do you ex

ublicly, we will be a devoted couple. Privately, we live our own live

die

t a shiver d

ked bored, as if this was just an

e it

t was a deal w

ouldn't affo

whispered,

't change, but somethin

s hand. "Then

y a moment before pla

against hers sent a j

igned away the next year