Married To The Billionaire President

tled with its usual frenetic energy. The late afternoon sun bathed the skyscrapers in a golden hue, casting long shadows that stret

esk — 4:55 PM. In five minutes, h

r, striding in with a grave expression on his usually jovial face. He was dressed im

tinged with concern. "They'r

g that could determine the future of Sinclair & Associates, the prestigious law firm her grandfather

e battle ahead. "Let's go," she said, her voice

ciates building, where a delegation from Sterling Enterprises awaited them. Among them was Alexan

an aura of authority that demanded attention. His tailored charcoal suit accentuated his broad shou

ted him with a firm handshake, thoug

lied smoothly, his voice reso

for his strategic brilliance and ruthless pragmatism in business dealings. Rumors swirled around hi

& Associates was handling. Emma defended their firm's stance with unwavering resolve, countering every argument wi

ith a proposal that stunned everyone in

voice cutting through the escalating discord. "

h her father, who nodded imperce

ing Enterprises," Alexander continued, his gaze piercin

r him to outline his terms. She knew this wa

tated, his words measured. "A marriage of convenience,

the air. Emma felt a rush of conflicting emotions — disbelief, ind

t Sinclair echoed,

"It's a mutually beneficial arrangement," he explained calmly. "It will quell the ru

y shield Sinclair & Associates from the storm brewing in the media, but at what cost? She prided

s gaze never leaving Emma's. "But I assure you, it's a str

her response. She knew this decision could alter the cours

, Emma squared her shoulders an

voice steady despite the

nd to Alexander Sterling in a contract that would challenge e