Billionaire's bride..

ic contrast to the storm brewing in her life. Her father's phone call had been brief, his voice strained. "Come to the office, Olivia. We need to talk." Her family's law firm, Morgan & C

ing to invest in Morgan & Co. and cover our debts in exchange for a marriage contract with you. It would be a business arrangement, nothing more." Olivia felt a mixture of rage and disbelief. "Why would he want to marry me? What's in it for him?" Richard looked down at his hands. "He mentioned something about consolidating power, strengthening his public image. He's had some negative press lately. A marriage to someone with your reputation could benefit him." Olivia's mind raced. The idea was abhorrent, but the reality of their situation was equally grim. The firm was her life's work, her legacy. Could she really sacrifice her freedom and marry a man she despised to save it? "What if I refuse?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Then we lose everything," Richard said, his voice breaking. "The firm, our reputation, our home. Everything." Olivia closed her eyes, fighting back tears. She had always prided herself on her strength, her independence. Now, she felt that slipping away, replaced by a sense of helplessness she had never known. "Olivia, I'm sorry," Richard said, his voice choked with emotion. "I wish there was another way." For a long moment, Olivia sat in silence, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Then, with a heavy heart, she opened her eyes and looked at her father. "I'll meet with him," she said, her voice steady. "But I'm not making any promises." Richard nodded, relief and sorrow mingling in his eyes. "Thank you, Olivia. I know this isn't easy." She stood, gathering her composure. "When is the meeting?" "Tomorrow evening," Richard said. "At his penthouse." Olivia nodded, turning to leave. As she walked out of the conference room, a steely determination settled over her. She might be walking into the lion's den, but she would do it on her terms. She would not let Alexander Knight break her. --- The following evening, Olivia found herself standing in front of Alexander Knight's opulent penthouse. The building was a testament to wealth and power, towering above the city with an air of untouchable superiority. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the confrontation ahead. A doorman in a crisp uniform greeted her and escorted her to a private elevator. The ride to the top floor was silent, the air thick with anticipation. When the doors opened, Olivia stepped out into a lavish foyer, the walls adorned with expensive artwork and the floor covered in plush carpets. "Miss Morgan, Mr. Knight is expecting you," a sleek, impeccably dressed woman said, leading her into a spacious living room. Alexander Knight stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to her as he gazed out over the city. He was tall, his posture exuding confidence and control. As he turned to face her, Olivia's breath caught in her throat. He was strikingly handsome, with chiseled features, piercing blue eyes, and an aura