Trapped With The Billionaire

rn-down apartment. She was in Aaron Blackwood's penthouse. Her new prison. Pushing herself up, she glanced around the unfamiliar room. The guest bedroom was just as luxurio

seen in magazines. She swallowed. "I didn't expect-" "I don't like small talk in the morning," Aaron cut in, flipping a page on his tablet. Angel clenched her fists under the table. Of course. Even breakfast with him had rules. Valerie poured her a cup of coffee before stepping back, standing silently near the kitchen. Angel wrapped her hands around the warm mug, trying to steady herself. "I have a schedule for you," Aaron finally said, setting down his tablet. Her stomach twisted. "A schedule?" "Your role as my wife comes with responsibilities," he said. "Public appearances, charity events, and meetings with certain people. You will attend when required. No exceptions." Angel tightened her grip on the mug. Of course. Their marriage wasn't just a contract-it was a performance. And she had to play her part. "Understood," she said quietly. Aaron studied her for a moment, his sharp gaze unreadable. "You will also have access to a personal stylist. I expect you to look the part." Her jaw clenched. "You mean, I have to dress like one of your trophies?" A flicker of amusement crossed his face. "Exactly." Heat rose to Angel's cheeks, but she bit her tongue. Arguing with him was pointless. Aaron continued, his voice as smooth as ever. "We have a charity gala in three days. You will be attending with me." Angel's stomach knotted. She had never been to anything remotely close to a high-society event. She had no idea how to act, what to wear, or what to say. "I don't know anything about these kinds of events," she admitted. "You'll learn," he said simply. "And fast." Before she could respond, he took a sip of his coffee, completely unfazed. "And my sister?" she asked, changing the subject. Aaron leaned back in hi