The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir

as suffocating. He scanned the room-the pristine white furniture, the silk sheets turned down just so, the floor-to-ceiling windows sh

connection to, another transactional item on a long list, that clung to her slender frame. Her hands w

his polished shoes silent on the plush carpet. The clink of a glass against the marble count

barely a whisper, a desperate attempt to

stood, and placed the glass of water down with a heavy, definit

nd uncertain, drifted down to the bottle. S

en flipped, turning off the light behind her skin. She looked up

e wasn't loud, but it was sh

voice trembling. "Our agre

ng a shadow over her, trapping her between him and the vanity. "The agr

s breath was a grotesque contrast to the ice in his words. "You didn't s

her lips. "I didn't! That was an a

fingers digging into her skin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "

, with her in his bed, looking disheveled and feigning innocence. The rage was fresh, suffocat

listen. He couldn't. To him, the truth was simple: she was a social

deceit. I will not have a Montgomery heir born from a schemer. Now,"

cretly admired for seven years, a man she had sketched in the margins of her notebooks d

ing heart, the surgery that was her only

unflinching, watched her every move, daring her to try and trick h

e pill on her tongue, raised the heavy glass, and swallowed. The cold water

ength from her body. She sagged against the vanity, her knuckle

back, a look of pure disgust on his face,

ket and pulled out a folded document. He tossed it

our marriage, you will take a long-term bir

r contract, another transaction. She was a product he had

an be sure you'll behave,

er eyes were empty, hollowed out by the pai

. The word was c

on top of the document and signed

d was delivered with the force of a hammer blow. "The day this agreement ends,

more tears, pleading, maybe even a triumphant sm

of surprise with a sne

ling the door shut behind him with a decisiv

her like a wilted white rose. She pressed a hand to her mouth, but it was no use. The so

ing to calm the unfamiliar churn of irritation in his gut. It was the look in her eyes just before he left. It wasn't triumphant, as he'd expected. It was

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