MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: Andrew Luther
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,