Hired Groom: My Husband Is The Billionaire

l lounge wrapped in a luxurious fur shawl, her pointed heels click

er sleeve, her nails biting into her palm as she wa

s the room, frowning in disgust when she

handle a girl.

without a word as he retreated behind

cades of smoking. As the nominal chairman of the Holman Group, he lit t

assive emerald ring on her right index fi

r the pa

ocument from his briefcase and placed it

te Marriage Agreement. The words felt like a buck

the pages. She straightened

this. This is i

laugh, picking up a tea

clothes under my roof for twenty years

til she tasted rust, her

rom the orphanage

celain cup down wi

you like my own flesh and blood? You're nothi

ttered completely. She let out a cold laugh and

this what yo

oud of smoke, hunching his

a favor. The Colliers are billionaires.

f the table and ripped it cleanly in half, the sou

ward too late, pointing a tre

offend the Collier family, our e

n scraps straight

lives or dies has n

ed up to Demi, and swung her hand a

blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. She didn't shed a tear. She pressed

stare, Gloria raised

copy changes anything? The

es from his briefcase, laid them neatly on t

ms across her chest,

Bay Area United University immediately, and I'll make sure

ted University was her only ticket out of this mud p

the wood, her fingers trembling as

de, rubbing her cheek whe

really want to end up homeless sl

the humiliation burning in her chest. Fighting th

used for a second above the dotted lin

face. She reached for the contract, but D

her amber eyes

e adding a supplemental

owned imp

ick are you tryi

, her voice echoi

amily ties with the Holman household. Whether

halfway to his mouth, staring in shock at the girl

ut a laugh fill

r more. Lawyer, wr

of both copies, and Demi pressed her thumb into the red ink

l from her hair, threw it like a dirty rag at