Contract Marriage With The Devil Billionaire ❲PC❳

“Then I’ll find someone else. But I’ve done my research. You’re stubborn, desperate, and too proud to steal. You won’t fall in love with me. That’s your greatest qualification.”

Lena looked at Dorian. He looked at her. For the first time since she’d met him, he seemed uncertain.

“Yes,” Dorian replied, not looking at her. “I did.”

“This is a violation of clause seven,” he murmured against her mouth. contract marriage with the devil billionaire

The sixth month, he got sick. A flu that felled the devil himself, leaving him shivering under five blankets, too proud to call his private doctor. Lena found him on the bathroom floor at 2:00 AM, his forehead burning, his silver eyes glassy.

The enemy, as it turned out, was not biology.

Lena Frost had learned long ago that miracles didn’t exist. What did exist were overdue rent notices, a mountain of her late mother’s medical debt, and a younger brother with a heart condition that required a surgery she could never afford. So when the silver-eyed man in the thousand-dollar suit appeared at her greasy spoon diner counter at 2:00 AM, she didn’t flinch. “Then I’ll find someone else

His composure cracked. Just a little. Just enough. “Then we tear up the contract. And you stay because you want to. Not because you owe me anything.”

On the drive home, Lena said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

Dorian appeared in the doorway like a ghost. No footsteps. No warning. You won’t fall in love with me

Dorian Black smiled. It was the kind of smile that had probably started wars. “I’m not insane, Ms. Frost. I’m efficient. I need a wife to secure a clause in my grandfather’s will. You need money. It’s a transaction. Nothing more.”

Their honeymoon was a press conference.