From Brokenness To Billionaire Bride

r ten million dollars!"

er me. For a moment, the t

urchase. The attendant swiped my exclusiv

I said, my voice ti

Miss Barron. The c

belief. My father woul

. "Don't worry, Elena. I told you, it's my t

also de

hat? My accounts are fine

ld outside the room. Peopl

r? The Barro

and can't even pay

. I had never felt so hum

hed the whole scene unfold, a cool, unreadable express

id, pulling a car

went throu

e velvet box containing

ed over to Eve, opened the box, and fastene

just a joke. I w

ought back the tears t

son of a bitch. He must have hacked o

se, he did. He was a genius coder. He could cripple financial systems with a few keys

o ruin me, and he

his voice low and menac

his eyes cold as ice.

whispered, my voic

alked away, no

my favorite desserts outside my door. I ignored them. I remembered his voice from the l

the main living areas of the house. I'd done it after overhearing their con

prawled on the cou

wants us to take her to the Hamptons, but Damien

up?" another Fellow, Leo, whined

ith a sigh. "He wants one of us

ing," Kenni

dded. "Javier, you go. You're t

ured facade gone. "Damien's the one who caused

d into the frame. He looked at

e laced with a cold possession that made my

ft box from the table a

or. My fiancée. He still had

ough the door. "His fiancée? Who does he think he

ter, Ken. In the end, she'll still choose him. She always