The Billionaire's Secret Contract

n was m

ast on the slick streets, their lights blurring like watercolor on glass. Mila Raines stood at the curb, covered in water,

building that should have been in a different world – the world of crystal chandeliers and silent chauffeu

though it

he scent of leather, cologne, and polished marble assaulted her. All glittered from the black flo

im the sleek black card she'd received earlier that afternoon.

e to see you. Seven shar

dark jeans, a simple white blouse, and the long gray coat her mother had left behind before vanishi

eart beating. When the doors opened, she walked squarely into an office that resembled a penthouse rather tha

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n Bla

e. His profile was trim – broad shoulders, a slim waist, perfect in black. Whe

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ed a

nked. "E

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at she'd heard wrong. "You br

nt. You'll marry me, live with me, and fulfill the public image

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no scandals, no ties. You're struggling. You'r

u, I'm not

om his treatment program due to unpaid fees. Your landlord f

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illion dollars withou

to throw something. But mos

she asked tightly, forci

-on one condition. I must be legally married by the end of this month, and remain so for at least a

bed that i

aw in old soap operas or ridiculous novel

them a new apartment. Maybe even restart her care

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n employee. W

hese 'benefits' includ

public events with me, move into my penthouse, and behave like a devoted wife when the

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say yes?" s

wedding will be the day after. And your lif