These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride

Chapter 3 The Presenter

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you $100,

I've never sold a single painting over a few hundred dollars, and even then, most of that money goes to my rent; the rest I spend

r's fee of 10% for each artwork, I'll

he calculator app like it's going to

partment with a leaking roof and a horrible landlord who forces us to refer to her as The Madame, but I can fina

'm wearing one of my only good dresses; a green sweater dress I thrifted for 4 dollars because it

l because o

. As I get closer, I realize it's because he's speaking Spanish. Of

y? As I step closer, I see the phone he's clutching is an Axion Tech device, and all my anxie

rent ways to say 'thank you." I feel someone r

oking more pleased wit

eyes fixed on my chest, '

but the presenter is already ushering me out of v

something that's done purposefully. The mome

"Can't this wait until after the event? I'm sure

est once again and ushering me into the on

ke "the incident" is happening all over again. I breathe out, not letting my anxiety take ove

something w

. Your works have brought us more profit than a

each slyly for the knife I always keep in my pocket. I curse myself

e you $30,000 in one day?" I

me only $30,000 in a day

realize what he's saying, "You want

ghtly. The smile on his face drops completely, and he rushes over to

ince "the incident," I've learnt to control my panicked breaths when attacked, instead sav

because I took a chance on a poor, desperate artist like you

e room, "I can arrange your de

s fingers release from my neck as I gasp for air, falling o

and me, stands Mr. Sin

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These Reckless Vows: The Billionaire's Bride

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“"You're a long way from safe, Miss Allard," he whispers, his fingers tracing the strap of my bra until I shiver. "If you want to turn around, I'd suggest you do so now." I stare up at him, watching as his dilated grey eyes dip to my cleavage. "Where will I go, Mr. Sinclair?" I ask, pulling him closer until our lips are inches apart. "Where can I go that you won't find me?" *** 24-year-old Ava Jade Allard has a few problems, but like most issues, there's nothing a little money can't fix. So when Ava attends an art show to sell a few of her paintings to some of the richest, high-society members of New York, she's sure she can settle her problems with one lucrative deal. In and out, just like she hoped. But New York seems set on eating Ava whole, and as one mess leads to another, she finds herself in the arms of Billionaire Leonel Sinclair, a ruthless CEO who is still dealing with the consequences of a scandal he was entangled in 4 years ago. Now more desperate than when she started, Ava reluctantly turns to this stone-cold, terrifying, but somehow insanely hot Billionaire to help her set right what was wronged 4 years ago, not just for herself, but for him as well. With one contract marriage, Ava signs away her single status, anonymity, and possibly her soul. Will this contract fix the many traumatic wrongs of her past, or will Ava crumble under the weight of her grey-eyed, stoic CEO, whom she seems less and less able to keep her body and heart away from with each passing day?”