FORCED MARRIAGE WITH A BILLIONAIRE

s point

ts arrogance. The sun reflected harshly off its mirrored panels, blinding me as we stepped out of the tax

would make a difference. His eyes were sunken, his skin pale beneath his once-warm compl

up again. "Why do I feel li

e are," he

arp heels and tailored suits of the elite, none of whom spared us more than a glance. A cold air h

kirt approached. "Mr. Blackwoo

required a keycard. The doors closed with a metallic hiss, and my stomach twisted the higher we cli

k, cavernous office with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking

en I s

ian Bl

ity like he owned every inch of it,which, judging

-black hair was slicked back, and the profile of his face,sharp jawline, high cheekbones,

ng around. "And Miss Camille Hayes

te, like a man who never needed t

us, his eyes,gray and un

, I forgot h

Like he was assessing me for flaws, mentally appraising my wo

oward the leather chair

ollowed, my spine straight, chin lifted. I wo

e sat across from us, folding his hands on t

apse is a PR disaster waiting to happen. The media is already circ

wed. "Why does

everal of the companies your firm had stakes in. Your scandal w

us," I said, bitterly. "It's

" He didn't

ather, stunned.

my gaze. "I knew he had an inte

nd pulled out a black folder. He

ge contract. You'll find it's bee

asked, i

half." He said it like

on: Term of one year, non-disclosure agreements, public appearan

insane,"

me gets cleared. I'll ensure the media spins this as a merger between two families,roma

u want me to sell myself to yo

t a quiet, obedient wife who will play her role in publ

e disg

. But I'm a realist. And realis

pounding. "You brought

now it would be like this. I thought, I hoped,maybe h

o mistake,if you do, I won't lift a finger when the press tears your father apart. They'll freeze eve

ldness in his voice. The

our heads,and dressing

"You don't get to play God with peopl

eplied. "I'm simply offerin

'd rather scrub toilets for the rest of my lif

" he said coolly. "But

ut I didn't stop. The air in that room felt toxic, suffo

heart racing. The walls seemed to close in with

quiet, obe

e h

t into the lobby, weaving between suits a

th

ed with

a

where y

in my throat

ed into a sleek bun. Her heels clicked as she took a step ba

yes locked

used. Da

" she said, voice drippin

ed. "Ex

n's used. And trust me..." she leaned in slightly, her

mach d

e you?"

she said smoothly

me standing in the center of the lobby with one

did I just g