Bound by Love: The billionaire's contract wife

him think. The Whitmore estate had acres of land, perfect for horseb

ed through his hair, and for a moment, he could forget about his father's demands, the family busines

cing his own happiness. As he rode through the forest, an idea began to

and background checks, searching for the perfect candidate. It had to be someone who wo

o find a way through the hardships. Her mother's medical bills were piling up, and her job barely paid enough to keep them afloat. The dim lig

th the dishes. David had been with Elena through thick and thin, always ready to l

evident in her voice. Her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun, and there were shadows under her eyes from

e had feelings for her, but he never dared to confess, fearing it would complicate their friendship. Instead

mething to change their lives for the better. The streets were quiet, the city lights casting a soft gl

hotel downtown," David said, breaking the

plied to countless jobs, only to be turned down again and again. The weight of her res

t, David hesitated. "You know, if y

lena said, giving him a tired

e walls were thin, and she could hear the sounds of the city outside. Her mother's frail fig

home," her moth

feeling?" Elena asked

e here," her mother rep

fragile skin beneath her fingers. "I'm going to f

. "You've always been so stro

away. She couldn't afford to break down. Not now. She n

search for another job. She walked the streets, handing out resumes and filling out applicatio

Elena was exhausted. But she put on a brave face, determine

e asked, his

ed, forcing a smile. "

the feeling of hopelessness. She went through the motions, serving customers and cleaning tables, but her mind

e seemed like the perfect candidate for his plan-a woman who needed financial stability but wouldn't demand emotional intimacy. He watched her move with grace a

e smooth and authoritative. "I'd like to sp

ustomers, but none had ever made such a request. There was something about him-h

?" she asked, skepticism

leaning forward slightly. "

the diner. "I'm not sure I unders

uring smile. "Why don't you sit d

slid into the booth across from him, unaware that this momen