The Billionaire's Secret Contract

usually attend

tious. Too many eyes p

gallery could offer, dressed in black, not touching his glass of sparkling win

n bright once the lights were turned on in the ga

insisted on coming tonight, even after the second anonymous threa

er more than

at sca

d, pausing in front of a canvas

nheritance," L

a brow. "Of

e linger on the vi

our enemies, too?" she as

lready

layed on her li

at the

connected wine bar-polished wood, velvet bo

corner booth, drawing att

d steel. She, eleganc

watch

ed abou

dared a

Isab

cie

aired, wearing a blood-red dress that clung like

eyes na

od slowly.

domesticated,

re that you w

married?" she asked ba

offering her

"How long do you thin

n them smoothly. "You

o Mila. "He lies with elegance, doesn'

hed into the c

in th

se. After the door clicked, it was obvious

ain that," she sa

pont. Arms dealer's daughter. We had a sh

to think

es. "She thri

s dabble in inte

sed. "

d. "That wa

N

f a drink. "This

ou married

her. That doesn't mean I accepted

, if I wished things to

iantly. "Then stop hid

try

mbling. "You're controlling th

e stre

another thing I haven't mention

art st

at

idden

one thinner, older. Tucked between th

ead it

ic

se?" she whispered. "You had m

elf. And now, t

cie

u were a plant. If Vass

d. "You think I'

re I got close. Before I started wa

back like he'

ght to say that to me!" It's wrong to attack

rough. "You weren't

I do now,

hung there li

ce was th

something ope

ht Con

idn't

as warm water soaked her dress. It was irrational, but the

found h

say anythi

, sat on the e

ed," she

kno

e added. "Of wha

ou're surviving. T

at him. "Are y

iet for a

when I sta

he distance betwe

face with his hand, and some water

e you are meant

e him," she

wn, pressing his

to," h

moment, Mila