Fifty Million Dollar Contract: My Enemy Husband

idential tower on Fifth Avenue. The sun had already set, and t

ainst the stone. She stepped into the private elevator and swiped the keycard Cameron ha

d directly into

bstructed view of Central Park and the Manhattan skyline. The furniture was all sharp angles, black leather, and cold

e thick rug. The sound of the wh

red light flared. The sharp click of a heavy

froze. She peered

the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He held a thick cigar between hi

lamp. He just sat

aper on the kitchen island," he said. His voice was a low

the massive black marble kitchen island. A single s

p. It was a lis

strictly confident

guest bedroom and common areas. You

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ry laugh bubbled up in her throat. She tos

ranoia, or are you just naturally this arrogant?" she snapped. "I h

tian took a sharp drag. He pressed the cigar into

hts from the city illuminated the hard, furious l

opping to a lethal whisper. "You are a fifty-million-

her gut. Eloise bit the inside of her cheek so hard she

e. "Well, since I'm just an ornament, shouldn't my owner provide

aring her ask for money, acting exactly like the gold-digger he thought

black Centurion card. He didn't hand it to her. He flicked his wrist, thr

said, his voice dripping with dis

ked toward the floating glass sta

mile collapsed. She crouched down and picked up the cold plastic card from t

hall to the guest room. She pushed the door open.

door and collapsed face

ket. She pulled it out. It

. The bank backed of

snapped. She dropped the phone onto the bed. She buried her face in the pillows and began to sob

unbroken across the polished hardwood. There was no sound of footsteps, no sliver of light from beneath his door, as if he didn't even exist in t