Trapped With the billionaire

less and cunning. "What do you want in exchange for giving us another chance?" I asked, my tone cautious. "You heard my conversation with my mom, right?" Cade asked, his eyes narrowing. "Not all of

fe?" I stared at him, incredulous. "Are you serious?" I asked, my voice laced with disdain. Cade nodded, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Dead serious. Accept my proposal, and the contract is yours. Behave well, and I'll throw more business your way." I shot up from my seat, outrage coursing through my veins. "Not in your life," I spat. Cade's grin faltered. "You're really declining?" he asked, surprise etched on his face. "Of course I am," I retorted. "I won't get entangled in your absurd scheme. If you don't want to marry Isabel, tell your family the truth. Why deceive them?" Cade's expression turned cold, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Easy for you to say. You don't know the stakes." "Emily, you're not here to question me," Cade said, his tone firm. "Just answer: will you do it or not?" "I won't do it," I replied, my voice resolute. "Find one of your usual brunettes; they'll jump at the chance." I grabbed my bag and turned to leave, but Cade blocked my path. "Are you throwing away an opportunity?" he asked, his eyes narrowing. "If it means lying and getting cozy with you, then yes, I'll pass," I said, standing my ground. Cade's gaze intensified. "What's so bad about being close to me? What do you think of me, anyway?" He leaned against the door, trapping me. Emily's words dripped with disdain as she stood her ground, her eyes locked onto Cade's. "You really don't want to know what I think of you," she said coolly, referencing their previous encounter outside his company. Cade's expression remained unreadable, but his voice hinted at amusement. "And you think that's all, right? Don't tell me there's still more to know." Emily's tone turned icy. "There is, I think you're manipulative and, used to getting your way," I replied, meeting his gaze. "And I won't be another pawn." and it doesn't matter. I won't waste my time telling you what I think of you; it certainly wouldn't make you change. So, it's better that I just leave." Cade's gaze narrowed, his voice taking on a persuasive tone. "You will leave knowing that you can get your company this contract?" Emily's resolve remained unshaken. "I won't be bought or manipulated. If our companies want to work together, it'll be on merit, not because of some fake marriage arrangement." "If my boss and colleagues discover the underhanded deal you're proposing, they'll stand by me," I said, my voice firm. "So, it's best you cross me off your list and find a more willing participant for your scheme." Cade's expression darkened, his eyes flashing with anger. "You'll regret this," he warned, his voice low and menacing. I stood my ground, unfazed. "I won't regret it. Good luck finding someone desperate enough to play along. And if you're still struggling, I can connect you with a talent agent who specializes in... 'accommodating' women." Cade's face reddened with rage. "Get out of my office!" he thundered, slamming his fist on the desk. I smiled sweetly, satisfied with having rattled him. "I'm glad I could decline your... generous offer," I said, savoring the victory. With a flick of my hair, I turned and walked out, leaving Christopher seething behind me.