MARRIED TO A STRANGER : THE BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE

r: Sealing

ld."He gestured toward the living room area. "Have a seat. We'll keep it formal tonight, contract first, small talk after.""I like that order," she replied, sitting down on a plush leather couch that probably cost more than her car.A leather folder was already laid out on the glass coffee table. Daniel took a seat across from her, crossing one leg over the other with the casual confidence of someone who didn't just own the building, but half the city.Gold opened the folder. The contract inside was thick, detailed, and intimidating."Everything is outlined," Daniel said calmly. "Length of marriage: one year. Public appearances are expected once a week. Media training will be arranged. You'll live here full time. You're free to decorate your suite however you want."Gold blinked. "I get a suite?"He smirked faintly. "It's a marriage, not a sleepover."That made her lips twitch, almost a smile.She skimmed further down. Monthly stipend, private car, health benefits, and a clause stating that neither party could engage in a real romantic relationship during the term of the marriage."No dating?" she asked."It would complicate the image. And cause headlines. I like clean headlines."Gold gave a low whistle. "You really have thought of everything."Daniel leaned forward, his tone suddenly less businesslike. "Gold, I don't expect you to fall in love with me. This isn't a fairy tale. But I do expect honesty. Discretion. And partnership. In return, you'll have financial freedom. Security. No strings when this is over.""And if I want out before the year's up?""There's a termination clause." He tapped the folder. "You'll still walk away with your dignity. And a payout."Gold looked up and met his eyes. For a moment, the air shifted. Beneath all his polish and sharp edges, she saw somethi