He explained that he needed a wife, a figurehead to help him navigate the complexities of high society. In return, he'd pay off my debts and give me a substantial allowance. But there was a catch: we'd have to be married for at least three years, and I'd have to pretend to be his devoted wife in public.
Mr. Blackwood's smile grew wider. "Excellent. Let's get started, shall we?" contract marriage with the devil billionaire
I stared at the imposing skyscraper, my heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. The Devil's Spire, they called it. The headquarters of Blackwood Enterprises, the most ruthless and successful conglomerate in the world. And I was about to make a deal with its enigmatic CEO, the man known only as Mr. Blackwood. He explained that he needed a wife, a
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this," I said, trying to stall. Let's get started, shall we
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.