The Billionaire's Ten Million Dollar Wife

und garage's ventilation fans vibrated

unusually scratchy, entirely different from her cheap cotton pillowcas

anse of dark grey, bespoke wool. Then, a sharp, clean sc

veins like ice water. She jerked her head up so fast that her fore

shed together. He brought a hand up to massage his jaw, his icy blue eyes glaring d

" Aimee gasped, pressing her bac

eyes darted to the spot on his shoulde

om suit jacket-a garment that easily cost mor

droole

she might spontaneously combust. Her stomach plummeted to her shoes. This was the absolute pinnacle of s

orrified gaze. He look

hundercloud. His severe germaphobia flared, making his skin crawl.

icked. He fought the overwhelming urge to ri

ded. The words were clipp

t open, and practically tumbled out onto the freezing concrete floor of the garage. S

of pure fury. He shrugged off the ruined suit jacket, not even sparing it

strode toward the private elevator,

ickly slipped her blistered feet back into her heels and jogged to catch up with hi

e penthouse was a

tha, the head housekeeper, was standing at attention. She step

isp white dress shirt and vest, and Aimee, who looked like she had just su

e for a late-night snack

estate. Right on cue, her empty stomach let out a loud, ag

e slowly turned his head and looked a

around her stomach, her toes curlin

ce flat. He turned on his heel and marched straight towar

ld marble island in the open-concept kitchen. She was ravenously devouring

grey cashmere sweatpants and a fitted black t-shirt. He walked to the refrigerator

nter, silently watching h

elf to slow her chewing, picking up a napkin to dab at her mouth, desp

the marble counter, lit up. It buzzed aggressively. Th

the screen. The

She dropped the half-eate

to meet the "bastard" who had convinced his daughter to elope out of

. She knew her father's stubborn, blue-collar pride. If she didn't bring Cameron to Brooklyn

he lifted her head and looked ac

sperate, pleading edge. "Are you... are you free this w

s halfway to his mouth. He slowly

cold, unyielding wall. "I am obligated to perform for the

clasped together. "He has a bad heart. He can't take the shock of thinking I'm in trouble. P

es. His jaw tightened. He hated that she constantly reduced every

. He turned his back on her and walke

high stool, the fight comp

buzzed one

husband of yours by Saturd

unter. Surrounded by tens of millions of dollars worth of lu