Winning My Billionaire's Contract Husband Heart

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e from behind, grabbing my attention. I t

inting as I stared at his imposing, muscular form and beautiful

y I'm explaining myse

lattering paint on a board and calli

ounded by that rude response. He didn't even wait

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e it belonged in a fairytale. Who would've thought Mia Turner, a struggling artist, would end up here? I

effort to behave as though I did this every day even though my sneakers looked out of place on the refle

people floated around in fancy dresses, all elegance and grace. And then there was me, awkwardly stan

oked good. Even though I was aware of their quality, it was nevertheless stra

d my thoughts. I turned to find this older

ke a prince, and I shook it, hop

ied, probably slightly too

w that name. "I'm thrilled to finally meet the

ank you very much." "I'm simply... I'm delighted to be

d to be nervous, "Isabella." Your work is truly captivating. Your

ry, I appreciate that. I mean, r

e to do a painting for me at my house, let

will be available. Jumping at the thought that the Almighty L

rd and left, "So th

owards hi

ust after a whirlwind. I noticed Mr. Knighton approaching, making sure to check on the pain

ming along?" Mr. Knighton a

ing. "Thank you. It's going well

o was standing just behind him, his eyes dancing with expectations.

remely gifted artist I was telling yo

teraction. He mumbled, "Hmm, another artist claiming to be t

ested in me, my life, or my job. Despite his father's attempt at a warm

his son an expression of dissatisfaction. I chose to let it go nonet

ame, and I wasn't going to let

rugged, saying to him, "I'm just glad I got

ain that her work will be acknowledged globally. Mr.

wavering support. His skepticism wavered for a moment, replaced by a flicker of curios

arching. "Show me," he finally uttered, his voice tinged with

vas slowly and slamm

d, his emerald, dark and mysterious eyes still etched in m

a life of hell had on