The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride

pty compliments and meaningless noise. He had managed to amuse himself a little with the clumsy young lady that had bumped into him earlier, he'd barely taken note of wha

moment he stepped back through the door of the main hall, hi

no inheritance. The board is already sharpen

k as usual, but the words still burned in

. Three god

lances in his direction, all eagerly hoping to be noticed by the powerful Ethan Sinclair... Melbourne's youn

e tucked away from the real buyers. Just like most people who passed by, he didn't spare the paintings a second glance. The

red conversation behind him caught his attention. Two elderly patrons li

o lose her gallery... it belonged

ou can see it in the brushwork. But tal

her... but you know how thes

esperate, alone and had no ties. She could be just exactly what he needed to salvage his own predicament. No one would question it. No one would care, an

into the faintest

hoice, she was an option in this war of marriage and inheritance. He was just in time to see her gather her unsold painting in frustration. Her chin was set hard and proud even now, although the slump of her shoulders gave away the trut

ss that made her want to scream out in agony. She waved down a cab, blinking hard to hold back the tears

up beside her. The windows hummed down slowly in a whisper of luxury. A man sat inside... the man, the handsome man that h

me his voice was low and h

rt was already hammering ag

ch the hard lines of his face, the perfectly sculptured face

ly not a man used to talking too much.. "You want

her lungs. "Who the hell ar

ice like he was bored and her decision was inevitable. A

t and moved mechanically toward his car, willing herself to stand still but unable to. The door opened without her touching it and she couldn't tell what it was... An invitation or a trap, or maybe both. As she slid into the luxurious leather s

Sinclair, I have a