My Fiancé Betrayed Me, So I Became His Uncle's Contract Wife

carpet that muffled her footsteps, leaving only the sound of her own frantic heartbeat. Camila stoo

topilot-two cameras, one blind spot near the service ele

I have nothing left to lose. She wasn't

her hand

n a tailored suit and gold-rimmed glasses stoo

man said with a polite smile. "

looked like an elite lawyer or an investment banker-polishe

New York skyline through a wall of glass. But the space

" Camila asked, gettin

ed me to handle the matter of Mr. Hicks's debt... or rather, the matter

a's head. They knew. They knew

Montgomery sat watching. He spoke quietly into a micro-com

she wants," Ju

s, before we discuss the debt, my employer is mor

rd. "What I want? Isn't it you

o my employer. He's interested in you. A woman who, having

ew playing games with a ma

ack," she said, her v

he one they had planned to raise together. But three years

with his sister, Sienna, in Bayview City. Legal guardian in name only, Sienna offered no real

had never been protected. She

and a place where no one can find us, so I can

's expression darkened at

nstruction. "My employer can give you all of that. A

t is

dropped the bombshe

rd. "What? Marry him? Marry a

riage of mutual convenience. You receive protection and resources. My employer gets

mp into another? It was insane. But she ha

ink," she replied,

is my contact information. My employer has given you

aid nothing more, and w

lized her palms were slick with sweat. The card in her hand was minimalist, bearing

e first thing she did was pull out her phone and block Le

his phone against the wall. He couldn't believe that Camila,

a stared at Ethan's card. Suddenly, her new ph

my private messaging account

't reply. Instead, she forwarded the number to a contact from he

text: "Find out who owns this