The Contract Bride Of The Billionaire

just rained. Vanessa washed her hands while taking tissue from her apron to wipe her

k pocket to see seven missed calls from her paternal uncle. She could feel her belly

pulled up at the front of the bakery where she stood. A man in a tuxedo stepped o

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me seconds before

pick you up because your presence is reque

eart

om he walked into. She had met him once, at his mother's mansion, when she had gone to serve as a waitress for his mom's birthday party. He hadn't

her, something just did

id to the man, "Tell him I d

as he said, "This is not

ers., the walls lined with exquisite paintings worth more than her family's bakery. She felt like a misplaced silver coin amidst gold bars, but a

he en

, poise, tailored tuxedo, and icy demeanor. He walked in lik

glance before turnin

an said, his voice like ice.

Vanessa stood up.

ously. "Vanessa, sit.

idn't

at her as he said "W

le

gasped.

flatly. "You'll be well compensated. It is a c

laugh. "You're n

serious," C

rose. "Why

nd because I don't see you as a threat. You won't interfere

cle reached for her hand, but she

ife," she said. "Yo

narrowed, but

o the marriage just becau

hink you will agree becaus

was drowning in debt since the bakery sales declined, and her younger brother's school fees were months behi

wallowing the spit

out it," she sai

" Cathan replied, already turning to l