As I stepped into the luxurious office, I was greeted by the man himself. Tall, imposing, with piercing eyes that seemed to see right through me. Mr. Blackwood, aka the Devil Billionaire.
Other options. The phrase sent a shiver down my spine. I knew I was taking a risk, but I also knew I had no other choice.
And with that, I sealed my fate. I was now bound to the Devil Billionaire, married to him in all but name. But as I looked into his eyes, I wondered: what had I just gotten myself into? contract marriage with the devil billionaire
"So, Miss Grey," he said, his voice low and smooth, like silk. "I understand you're in a bit of a financial bind. I'm willing to offer you a way out, but it comes with a price."
He explained that he needed a wife, a figurehead to help him navigate the complexities of high society. In return, he'd pay off my debts and give me a substantial allowance. But there was a catch: we'd have to be married for at least three years, and I'd have to pretend to be his devoted wife in public. As I stepped into the luxurious office, I
I hesitated, torn between my morals and my desperation. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there, a glimmer of... interest? Amusement? I couldn't quite tell.
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this," I said, trying to stall. Blackwood, aka the Devil Billionaire
"Okay," I said, the word barely above a whisper.