The Billionaire's Contract Wife

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New York City gleamed beneath a slate-gray November sky, indifferent to the lives it changed every single day. In a gleaming glass tower on Manhattan's Upper East Side, Sophia Benn ett sat in a leather chair that cost more than she'd ever made in a year, trying not to fidget. She didn't belong here. The penthouse office stretched before her like a monument to wealth and power. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the city like a painting, and the man behind the mahogany desk—Ethan Blackwood himself—studied her with the intensity of someone appraising a piece of real estate. Which, she supposed, was exactly what this was. "My grandfather is dying," he said without preamble. His voice was cool, controlled, the voice of someone used to commanding rooms. "He's given me an ultimatum. Marry within three months, or lose my inheritance." Sophia's fingers curled into her palms. This wasn't happening. This wasn't real. "And you want to... what? Pretend to marry someone?" A ghost of a smile crossed his angular face. "Not pretend. Actually marry. For one year." He named a number that made her vision blur. Enough to pay off every debt her family carried. Enough to save the house. Enough to breathe. She should have said no. Instead, she said yes. Show more