PRESIDENT'S CONTRACT WIFE

m and stares through the rain-streaked window. Her heart sinks. It's well past the last bus, and she knows a taxi would

whip her hair into a mess. Her shoes, already cracked and worn, squelch with each step, but she presses forward,

the loud "Creak!" of brakes fills the air. Nina freezes as a silver car careens toward her, barely stopping

ement hard. Wincing, she struggles to push herself up,

d her, his voice a growl. "Are you crazy,

ck. "You ran a red light!" she shouts, her voice shaking with both fear and rage. "You thin

ow rolls down slowly. A deep, commanding voice cuts throug

tches tones, bowing his

the wet ground around her. The insult stings more than the impact. Her hands shake as she glares

ver. "I don't need your filthy money!" she yells, her voice cutting through the rain. The bill

the backseat speaks with a chilling calm that instantly commands att

The streetlight glints off his black eyes, which glimmer with amusement. "Come

car, her feet moving as if under a spell. Her heart pounds in

er, grabbing her chin in a painful grip. "What the-" Nina ga

woman who doesn't love money?" His voice drips with condescens

th fury and humiliation. "You think you can get away with this just because you'

ng up her jaw. She winces but refuses to look away, gla

rs in his gaze-something cold and dangerous. "A brave little m

renaline pumping through her veins as she rubs her aching jaw. Before she can respond

, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Or if you need