“This is a violation of clause seven,” he murmured against her mouth.
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.” contract marriage with the devil billionaire
“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.” “This is a violation of clause seven,” he
The war shifted. Not into love, exactly—something stranger. Something that lived in the space between transaction and tenderness. contract marriage with the devil billionaire