Ruthless Tycoon: Protecting My Contract Wife

the frayed carpet of the

standing for ten hours straight at the Hamptons catering gig. She dragged her feet down t

d dead in

voice sliced through the crack o

s out. Th

ible band had just snapped around her ribs. She pressed her

in the air-a tuition bill from NYU with Jax's name on it. Another, for Amira

h, his face buried in his hands. H

wry," Agnes said, her voice rising to a fever pitch. "Fifty

-old man who owned a string of local dry cleaners. The man whose eyes always lin

r father mumbled through his fin

cat. "Art degrees don't pay the

. "Jax is the future of this family. Sacrificing a daughter

cracking her ribs. The last fragile illusion of fa

ot, blinding anger that rushed to her head. Her elbow sl

thud echo

e the living room

d, her sharp eyes piercing t

r sternum so hard it hurt. She shoved the half-o

ng room hit Amira's pale, furious f

y masked it with cold, self-righteous defiance. Her hand we

of livestock?" Amira asked. Her voice shook, bu

eyes glued to the scuffed floorboards.

, taking a step forward. "It

he started listing the cost of food, clothes, and rent from the past twen

burned, but she bit down hard on the inside of her cheek.

r voice dropping to a deadly calm. "And

She raised her hand and swun

disappointment turned her heart into a block of ice. She spun around, sprinti