The Billionaire's Reluctant Wife

t brushing against the cold floor. One hour-that was what

window's steel bars.

e is a cage. She turned to the telephone on

ing,

th and detached. "You sh

d around the receiver.

ed. Why wo

't do

uckle. Then don't stay there and work

ail's spine. You know

it, of course. Who else wo

ight do you have, Abigail? Your father left you drowning in debt; you have nothing; you

ne wen

rned just as the door opened. Luke stepped inside, his presence eluding authority. The firm lines of his suit and the con

her chin. I'm

row arch

to be an

her. You have a choice, Abigail sign and the debt is settled. You walk out here as my wife, not the bro

her. Clara had left her to rot, the brothel wouldn't let her go, and Luke stood there

olding it tightly, her pulse racing in her ears. Luke said nothing, he just watched while wa

e picked the contract from the table, scanning through the inked

fingers pressed together.

ed with. somet

ng? Abigai

it didn't bring relief. Luke rose, bu

the role of my wife when required; in return, I will cl

tightening into a fist, a

s presence swallowing t

n'

oking back. Get some rest, your new life starts tomorrow. The door shut behind him. Abigail stared at the

should have felt relief. She was out of the brothel, the debt, even Clara. They were all behind her now, but the man beside her was worse. Luke hadn't spoken since tha

are we

look at

he car turned sharply, pulling up to a

er the light. The driver stepped out fir

wn, onto the tarmac. Shivers ran through her, it wasn't the cold inside the jet. The insides were

o the other one across him for

s like kid

smile, but there was

ay otherwise. The reminder sent a shiver through her.

box. He flipped it open, a ring, simple but unmistakabl

ormed in Abiga

but his grip became tight, just enough to remind her that pulling back was useless. He slided

ust a busines

over the ring, l

ant to be mine" he

ff the ground, s