The Billionaire's Ten Million Dollar Wife

ight red "OVERDUE" stamp glared back at her, the ink so thic

ing perfectly with her accelerated heartbeat. She pressed the heels of he

ess her father had built from the ground up, was drowning. If she didn't come up with the money by tomorrow morning, t

her cramped office swung

scuffed linoleum floor. She was holding a neon pink gift box that

in Brooklyn," Davina announced, dropping

r. She assumed it was a box of artisanal coffee or pastries. She reached

d a heavy, aggressively s

r face, rushing straight to her ears. She sat there,

tered wooden desk. "You should see your face! Aimee, ever since the workshop hit this financial crisis

urned her skin. She rubbed her palms against her faded

nted a trembling finger at the stack of papers beneath the pink box. "The loan sharks are coming t

an apology, the cell phone

ea code. The caller ID displayed the

Was this a new tactic from the loan sharks? Had they hired some ruthless suit to intimidate her into signing over the deed to the wo

aking," she said

an warmth. "I am calling on behalf of the Fox family trust. The trustees have

ightened until her knuckles

" she asked, her t

st will inject ten million dollars into the Berry Custom Workshop," the lawyer stated. "However, the behavioral

ne wen

were shaking so violently she had to pla

nt completely gone from her fac

y of the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "I

vy, double-leaf agarwood doors of the Fox

ap, and the cut was slightly outdated. The blast of central air co

r entire workshop. The floor-to-ceiling windows

was a tall, broad-shouldered

turned aro

wealthy collector might inspect a slightly flawed piece of merchandise on a shelf. The sheer weight of his scrutiny made Aimee's ches

ard. Her heels made no sound on the thick Persian

r, Beatrice, suffers from severe Alzheimer's disease. Her memory is stuck in the past, and she believes Mr. Fox is still engaged to Eveline. You

stock pages were filled with legal jarg

ly forbidden from initiating any unscripted ph

tional or romantic fantasies regarding the Emp

urse, flipped to the last page, and signed her name with a sharp

movements. One of his dark

t sent an involuntary shiver down Aimee's spine. "You will go to the

e circular driveway of the Fox estate. The tires

form quickly stepped out

stle, complete with sprawling manicured lawns and towering stone pillars. The sheer scale of the wealth

He bent his arm at the elbow

e dropping to a low, dangerous whis

ng her facial muscles into a sweet, gentle smile. She lightly placed her hand on the crook of his a

ugh the massive

m wheelchair. When Beatrice heard their footsteps, her cloudy ey

t, her voice trembling with

move forward. She practically jogged to the wheelchair and dropped

her voice to a gentle murmur. She reached out

brushed against Aimee's skin. "Oh, my dear girl. Why did Cameron ta

eyes softened, the way she perfectly mimicked the gentle devotion of a loving fianc

table felt miles long. Beatrice insi

nto Aimee's plate. "Eat, Eveline. You

rely allergic to shellfish. Eating even one bite would cause her throat to swell shut within minutes. But the contra

e pierced a piece of shrimp and slowly lifted it toward her m

d her lips, a silver for

er serving spoon. With a swift, elegant motion, he intercepted her hand, slid

. She stared at him, he

d turned to his grandmother. "Eveline has been having stomach is

tanding, instantly pullin

a breath she didn't realize she had be

trice finally fell a

Aimee's face. It collapsed instantly. She reached up and massaged her

et. He pulled out a sleek, heavy black m

said coldly. "Buy yourself some decent clothes. I will not have y

end her pride. She reached out, took the cold metal c

said, her tone

d across the lawn. Aimee wrapped her arms around herself, feeling a

id into the dark, leather-scented cabin. Cameron followed immediately after, si