Mr. Blackwood leaned back in his chair, a sly smile spreading across his face. "I thought you'd be. But let me make one thing clear: I'm not a patient man. I want a wife, and I want her now. If you're not willing to take the deal, then I'm afraid we'll have to... discuss other options."
I hesitated, torn between my morals and my desperation. But as I looked into his eyes, I saw something there, a glimmer of... interest? Amusement? I couldn't quite tell. contract marriage with the devil billionaire
My name is Emilia Grey, and I'm a 25-year-old struggling artist, drowning in debt and desperate for a way out. That's when I received the mysterious letter, inviting me to a meeting with Mr. Blackwood. The message was cryptic, but the promise of a substantial sum of money was too enticing to ignore. But let me make one thing clear: I'm not a patient man