BOUND BY LIES A BILLIONAIRE CONTRACT BRIDE

it has been. My heart thumping in my chest, I stand still at the villa's gateway. H

uakes, I can't stop myself from demanding responses. I have to know, eve

hether to trust me with the truth for a time, then says nothing. Then the mask slides for

ill has that edge. His back turned, he walked toward the aut

obvious that this is no longer a choice, something in me wants to protest, to

cisions. His eyes are dark and full of s

, it shocks me to my very core. The fences I have erected around me seem brittle right now. Though I'm no

ng else totally. Alan's gaze never follows me to the car. He neither needs nor open

ve in my body is on great alert. Not just from the meeting we just had, but also from the unusual dr

steering wheel. His mouth is closed, and something about him-something in the wa

ess by asking at last. At this moment, my

eyes darted to me for a moment then back to

that readily hands away information. Trying to stifle the irritation developing inside me, I bi

th every second that passes, the strain wraps around me like a weighted bla

His every action seemed to draw me closer. The way

y the circumstance-that of peril we are in. Deep

ght away-a mansion among the most sought-after residences in the city. My pulse freezes i

sts. The car pauses before I could ask any more inquiries; Alan gets out, his motions de

in this place? Now, desperation seep

theless, I feel as though I am being dragged into something I cannot control. Perhaps it is th

f the structure. The door opens softly and he moves for me to enter. Hesi

alls. Leather smells strongly and there is a little metallic aroma as

feel as though I'm strolling more into a maze I will never

Men are gathered inside around a big, circular table. Their looks are harsh and inscrutable w

hoarse growl. "I told you, we

anxiety, a quiet but strong danger hovering about. I feel totally out of place, as l

ged with contempt, "Are you

e-his eyes sharp and nearly incomprehensible. He seems to be weig

voice icy and direct. Not even does he glance at m

u mean?" I ask. But Alan look

is austere, the directive unambiguous. But I am

e is the key, isn't she? Walker, you ought to hav

smack. What does that me

e I see something wild, something menacing behind his glance. "You don't know what you're invo

words hover like

efore I could reply. The door opens an

that someon

o? And for

ave time