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MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: Andrew Luther

MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: Andrew Luther

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Chapter 1 WELCOME TO YOUR NEW PRISON... MRS LUTHOR.

Word Count: 1005    |    Released on: 11/06/2025

f her room, staring blankly at the streets below. Her fingers trembled around the cup of cold tea she h

to the dark river. Three days ago, she had buried the only peop

ock came a

aid, her voice dr

ke she was a fragile glass, who was about to break. He wore a sharp black sui

stepping closer.

whispered. "Abo

lowly. "Abou

rom the chair, brushing her damp h

mouth tightened into a thin line. "The creditors want their money. The board is

d. "The Lutho

oject," Richard cut in sharply. "Now, without

om like a thick fog. S

asked, her hands twisti

ange expression. Something close

is...

iffened.

at the door as if expect

rew L

cold steel in a world of smoke and mirrors. He owned half the skyscrapers in the

d said carefully. "Willing to save

rah whispered. "Why

ht in the eye. "Because he

ghtly. Sarah gripped

does he

ichard sa

there between

. "No. No, there has to be a

forty percent of the shares. Without Andrew's support, the company falls. We lose everything. Your fath

lly. She backed away, her leg

ry a man I barely know,"

ser. His face was ha

'm telling you. Thi

f and betrayal mixing in her chest.

pped. "For your parents'

nked them back. She was a Blake. Blak

she asked

w's lawyer has prepared the cont

table. The Neat lines,the Cold words

a moment,

d, then nodded and left, c

father's warm smile, her mother's gentle hands. She thought of the house they buil

Sarah was not in her right state. When t

as An

face was sharp, carved in ice. Eyes cold and calculating, l

e slowly t

said, his voice sm

hor," she

teps. His presence was suffocating. It wrappe

cle has explained

odded

like a man inspect

iage is," he said. "It's a busi

de of her cheek to

rstand,"

ace. Not sympathy, not even emotions,

ed a pen from his jacket

n," h

rs. At the place where he

cked up the pen. The metal

ything they fought for. Of everythin

ed the pen down an

into the pap

ped through the pages, then tuc

ose she could see the flec

th brushe

prison, Mrs. Luthor,

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