Trapped With The Billionaire

and she would no longer belong to herself. "I don't have all day," Aaron Blackwood's voice was smooth, yet laced with impatience. She lifted her gaze, meeting the cold, piercing blue eyes of the m

olly, checking his watch. "Sign it, or walk out that door and consider this deal off the table." Angel's fingers trembled around the pen. Walking away meant walking into ruin. Staying meant losing herself to a man who saw her as nothing more than a means to an end. Five seconds. Four. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. Three. She thought of her sister, lying in a hospital bed. Two. Aaron's lips curled slightly, as if he already knew her decision. One. Angel closed her eyes, inhaled sharply, and signed her name. The moment the ink dried, she knew-her life no longer belonged to her. Scene Transition: The Wedding The following evening, Angel stood before a judge, her hands clasped in front of her as the ceremony unfolded in a cold, emotionless exchange of vows. There was no church, no guests, no flowers. Just her, Aaron, and two witnesses who looked as uninterested in the moment as the man standing beside her. She had never even worn a wedding dress. Instead, she stood in a simple black dress that Aaron's assistant had picked out for her, its fitted fabric feeling more like a straitjacket than attire for a bride. Aaron, on the other hand, was effortlessly perfect. Dressed in a tailored black suit, he looked every bit the powerful billionaire the world knew him as. If he had any thoughts about this marriage, he didn't show them. No nervousness. No hesitation. Just the same cool indifference he had shown when handing her the contract. "Do you, Aaron Blackwood, take Angel Monroe to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Aaron didn't hesitate. "I d