Tangled Vows The Billionaires Vow

Knock. Knock.

"Come in," Vincent Laurent's voice echoed through the dimly lit office, gravelled with exhaustion and barely concealed irritation.

The door creaked open with purpose. A tall, sharply dressed woman stepped inside, her heels silent on the polished floors. The light caught her figure just right - tailored ivory coat, diamond drop earrings, posture like she owned the damn room.

Vincent didn't need to look up. He already knew.

"I take it you came in at this time of night because my assistant clocks out at six. She would've turned you away."

"Always so astute," the woman replied smoothly. "You know me too well, Vincent Laurent."

He sighed and finally glanced up. "What do you want, Josie?"

Her lips curled, slow and knowing. "Josie. I haven't heard that name since John died. I'd say only friends call me that, but we both know better. There's an old saying that fits us, don't you think? Keep your friends close... and the ones you despise even closer."

Vincent snorted, but said nothing. He leaned back, eyeing her like she was something venomous slithering over his carpet. The silence pressed in, dense as fog.

She smiled - the kind that told you not to turn your back.

"Let's not waste time. I want your daughter to marry my son."

Vincent blinked. Then... he laughed. A short burst, deep from the chest, rich with disbelief.

Josephine remained still, arms folded, watching him with that arctic calm she wore like perfume.

"I'm sorry," Vincent said once he caught his breath. "You want who to marry?"

"I said Leo and Celeste."

That silenced him.

He stared, jaw tense, eyes calculating. "Absolutely not."

Her brows lifted delicately. "Pardon?"

"No. It's not happening. Your son is a manipulative, entitled prick, and Celeste would rather set herself on fire than walk down the aisle with him."

Josephine's voice was silk on steel. "This marriage benefits both families. Legacy, consolidation, reputation. With our companies aligned, we'd monopolize three industries by Q4. You're drowning in quiet legal fires and you know it. Your stock's been fluttering for months-"

"I don't need you to recite my quarterly reports, Josephine," he cut in sharply. "My business is stable. I've survived worse."

"And yet," she murmured, glancing at his half-drunk glass of scotch, "you don't sleep at night."

He stood, pacing slowly, jaw grinding. "You already have more money than God. Why the obsession with mine?"

"Because I don't want the money, Vincent. I want the control. The leverage. The future." She paused. "And your daughter is the key."

"My daughter is not a pawn."

"No, she's a golden ticket."

He turned sharply, face reddening. "She's not some little piece you get to move around for your amusement!"

"I'm not amused," Josephine said coolly. "I'm strategic. And so are you. So drop the righteous indignation and listen carefully."

He walked back to his desk, slow and stiff. "Even if I agreed, she'd never go along with it. Celeste and I barely speak as it is. And Leo? You think I'd feed my daughter to the same brat who bullied both my girls when they were teenagers?"

"You will make her," Josephine replied softly, tone razor-sharp. "Because you don't have a choice."

Vincent narrowed his eyes. "You're bluffing."

Josephine stepped closer, pulling a slim folder from her purse and sliding it across the desk.

"I'm not," she said.

He opened the folder - one glance was enough. His expression froze.

"You wouldn't," he whispered.

"Try me."

"You're threatening to expose Celine's affair?" he asked, voice suddenly hollow. "After all these years?"

"Not just the affair," Josephine said with a glint in her eye. "The cover-up of the trial. The money that changed hands. The false reports. You went to great lengths to protect your wife's image. You falsified police documents to protect your family from disgrace."

Vincent's hands curled into fists, blood draining from his face.

"You think the media won't touch it because it's old news? Please. They'd feast on this. And your precious daughters would be crucified by public opinion."

"You'd ruin them just to get what you want?"

"I'd ruin anyone who stands in my way," she said with perfect poise. "The difference is, you actually have something to lose and not just Celine's precious reputation."

He stood so abruptly his chair nearly toppled. "Don't. You dare. Utter. My wife's name again."

Josephine didn't flinch. "You think you can protect them from this storm, Vincent? There's no version of this where your family walks away unscathed - unless Celeste marries Leo. Quietly. Legally. Cleanly. We both win, no one bleeds."

His nostrils flared. "You're an evil bitch. Anyone ever told you that?"

"Perhaps. But I'm also effective."

A long silence stretched between them.

Finally, Vincent muttered through clenched teeth, "Fine. I'll make sure Celeste marries Leonardis. But the contract must include a clause - none of this comes out. Ever."

Josephine's smile returned, slow and vicious. "Of course."

"And how the hell do you plan on convincing Leo?"

She retrieved another folder, thicker, heavier, and dropped it on the desk like a judge's gavel.

"I'm letting it seem like an old family agreement. Tied to the merger. He believes it's the only way to shield the company from a hostile takeover. You businessmen are so easy to manipulate when you think you're doing the noble thing."