PLAYING THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONTRACT GAME

m

ke Zane Mendoza as your l

ted, but no sound came. I stood there, frozen, feeling the weight of

had I ended u

t in the palm of his hand only to crush it five years ago. His dark, cold eyes bored into mine. He looked as infuriatingly handsome as e

me man who had handed me a divorce paper five years ago or the fact t

e I had stood across

ho had swept me off my feet with his crooked smile and devil-may-care attitude. I had gone against m

n the middle of the night, his phone buzzing incessantly with messages from women whose names I didn't know but whose intenti

e divorce papers across the table, his expression so

riage or commitment, Emma. I'm not ready for this. I'm ti

and walked out of his house without a word. What he didn't kn

truth. When my daughter was born, they insisted the world believe she was adopted. With no cho

ad. Unt

the city and when I did, they dropped the bombshell. Their business was bankrupt and their debts was spiraling out of contr

less nineteen-year-old wasn't just a playboy but the heir to a secret mafia dynasty. Now, he was t

ght into his trap f

hem and make them see reasons why this marriage could no

l!" My father had yelled at me, his eyes wide

nd tried to bring shame to this family. And yet, this is how you pay

us, then we will have no choice but to disown you.

he present moment as he repeated himself again. "Do yo

g, they seemed to darken, daring me to say no,

get to walk back into my life and take everything from me again. But my par

t, to pay them back for all

nd my heart heavy. I could feel t

just enough to mak

ility to make me feel like I was still that naive ninete

st flicker of something when I looked at him. And w

the room and I could see the smiles of relief o

d in me, I now pronounce

I kept my eyes locked with Zane, wondering if