Contract with a Billionaire

felt a knot forming in her stomach at the sight of the immense property. The wrought iron gates slowly opened, revealing an avenue lined with maj

are at her like silent eyes, and a strange feeling of unease took possession of her. Draven , who had acco

aid in a neutral, al

sive: crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, gleaming marble floors, and furniture so luxurious it seemed unto

eeted them with a polite smile. Draven gestured for him to

. If you're missing something, let Mrs.

? Will you be here often? » she asked with a hint of defiance

answering. "I travel frequently for bu

could react, he walked away, his footsteps echoing on the marble, leaving her alon

The thick curtains, the massive bed and the antique furniture seemed to suffocate him

a music room, a huge library, a living room with a fireplace so big it could have stood upright, but not a single trace of a life lived

d took a look inside. The room appeared to be an office. Stacks of documents piled up on a large

ad there gave her a chill: names, numbers, and what seemed like questionable tr

found my

he door frame with his arms crossed. His dark eyes

ching," she stammer

oom. "If you want to know anything, Lyana, just ask. But going through

ybe you could start by being honest with me. Why did

re are things you're not ready to hear yet. But believe me, Lyana , everything

en turned his head, visibly irritated, before turning away abr

spond, leaving her alone with a mi

thoughts. She straightened up, hesitating to answer. Finally, she opened the door to find an elderly

," he whispered,

  ? » she asked, surprise

but listen to me carefully. Pay attention to your husband. Everyth

mean  ? Are you implying he

ght. "You are more than just a wife to him, Madam. You

e bowed again and quickly walked away, dis

questions. Who really was Draven Blackthorn