Married To The Undercover Billionaire Boss

l paper ticket. The number 42 was smea

g in shallow, rapid jerks. The cold wind bit through her thin cotton dress, but s

brated again

een lit up with a text from

ight tonight. Don't even thin

ce-down onto the wooden bench next to her. Her fingernails dug so deeply into her palms that the ski

tires tore throug

smoke sputtered from the exhaust pipe, sending a cloud of ash

aned open with a sick

ed a hundred times. But the clothes didn't match the body. He was massive. His shoulders

locked onto Ayla. She looked small, standing there in her plain dre

step back. The man's aura was suffocating, h

oran's son?" she aske

et. He slouched his shoulders, deli

Brooklyn drawl into his words, burying the cris

dropped. She immediately reached into her canvas tote bag and pulle

," she said, her eye

. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing. It wa

ed, making his voice s

the big words. Her expression so

lained softly. "I won't touch your money, and you won't

is chest. He hated gold diggers. He hated this entire arrangement his father had

t her. He needed

nd I just got blacklisted by a corporate account. I barely make enough to eat. I mig

didn't step back. Inst

r. I get a steady paycheck. I can cover half t

He stared at her, searching for the lie in her eyes. There

from his pocket and scribble

ke cheap perfume and body odor. Drake's skin crawled. His stomach twisted with somat

ast them, her elbow slammi

s woman. But he caught Ayla looking at him with wide, apologetic eyes. He swallowed the insult, forcing himself to just let out

e and guided him to

she asked, treating him like

ken to him like that since he

ooked bored. "Do you both en

er knuckles were bone-white fro

. His voice was a

t the absolute finality in her tone was

und echoed in Ayla's ears. Two thin marriage certificat

tears. She let out a long, shaky exhale. The crushi

twitched into a cold, hidden smirk. The charade to

discreet black sedan idling across the street. It wasn't the usual Maybach, but Drake knew his father's stealth veh

ace. Ayla recognized the older man immediately. He was the one who had set this up. Sh

up the certificate so he could see it t

s son's pathetic, faded clothes with suppressed irritation

arply from the cracked window, leaving no room for argument. "I won't have my son

eart skipped a beat. She turned her

ding the silent threat in the old man's eyes. He had planned to du

y, fake sigh and shr

playing the defeated son