The Wife of a Broke Billionaire

was reading. Surprise tightened in her throat, mixed with a pang of panic that she tried desperately to suppress. All her life, she had believed that her

e and measured gestures. He seemed to be waiting for a reaction. But what could she say?

y... They were... rich?" His

smiles. "Very wealthy, Miss Evans. Your grandparents were the owners of a major real

ion. It seemed unreal, like a bad joke. "And why didn't they ev

you. Or maybe they were waiting for the right moment. W

ed to describe herself. Isla Evans, a mere administrative assistant at a small design agency, was now the

e asked, her brow furrowed.

access the full inheritance, you must work for *Blake Holdings* for one ye

tate mogul, known for his coldness and ruthless determination. He was also terribly handsome, in an int

he whispered, already

the inheritance will go to charities selected

h or luxury. But it was a part of her history, her identity. A business built by the hands of her grandpar

don't know anything about real

ly you can make, Miss Evans. But if I may, your grandparents had f

t was only a year, right? A year of her life to honor her grandparents' mem

nd a knot in her stomach. She had spent those days trying to prepare herself, reading everything she could

ing exuded luxury and power. Eyes turned to her as she passed through the doors, curious, so

ing. The receptionist, an elegant woman in a c

s. I... I'm supposed

g her screen. "Of course, Miss Ev

closed behind them, and the car began its ascent. Isla focused on her breathing, trying to calm her nerves. But that only made things worse

ice. The back wall was made entirely of glass, offering a panoramic view

Tall, broad-shouldered, and dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. His black hair was slightly disheveled, and his gaze, a s

tly raspy. He stood and walked around his desk,

s intimidating, but there was something else too. An intensit

ispered, her voice tremblin

pression inscrutable. "I imagine th

caped him. "That's

en, with a gesture of his hand, he indicated the chair i

lp but wonder if she had made the right choice. Working for this man would no