LOGIN**They wanted to choose my husband. So I bought one instead.** --- "You'll be meeting your soon-to-be husband at the next family dinner." Aunt Melissa's words hit like poison. I choked, shock stealing my breath. Family dinners at my grandparents' estate were already hell—arguments shattering crystal, curses wrapped in concern, smiles hiding knives. But this? This crossed every line. Who the hell did they think they were, choosing my husband like I was some pawn in their twisted game? *That's never happening.* I built Phias Empire from the wreckage of my inheritance, clawed my way up from the car crash that killed my parents twenty years ago. I survived being trapped underwater, survived my family's hatred, survived my cousin Sophie's lifetime of cruelty—always my shadow, desperate to eclipse me. I didn't survive all that to let them control who I marry. Then I saw him. David Kane. Six-foot-three of devastating perfection, commanding my manufacturing floor like he was born for it. Dark hair, ice-blue eyes, a body that made me forget how to breathe. A contractor. The branch manager's son. Nobody important. *Perfect.* My family wanted to force a husband on me? Fine. I'd bring them one—on my terms. A contract so airtight no one could question it. And God, I wanted him. I couldn't wait to see Sophie's face. Couldn't wait to watch their plans crumble. They forgot who I am. I'm Sophia Ashford. I don't play by their rules. And I'm about to make the most dangerous deal of my life.
View More**THIRTY-SIX HOURS LATER**I hadn’t slept.The digital clock on my nightstand mocked me: 3:47 a.m. In approximately fourteen hours, I’d have to face another family dinner—perhaps the last one before Grandpa’s birthday next month. With or without David Kane on my arm.My phone sat silent on the bedside table. No calls. No texts. Nothing.He was going to say no.Of course he was going to say no. What sane person would agree to marry a near-stranger for money? What decent man would sell three years of his life to a woman who’d essentially leveraged his mother’s illness into a negotiation tool?I’d been delusional to think this would work.My phone buzzed—sharp, sudden, slicing through the dark.I grabbed it so fast I nearly knocked over the water glass.**Unknown Number: I have questions. Can we meet?**Not a yes. Not a no. Questions.I could work with questions.**Me: My office. One hour.****Unknown: It’s 4 a.m.****Me: I’m aware. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.**I was out of bed bef
**THREE DAYS LATER**I’d rehearsed the conversation a hundred times.In the shower—forty-seven, forty-eight, forty-nine, fifty—counting seconds while the water ran cold. In the back of the Mercedes with Mr. Thomas pretending not to notice my restless fingers tapping the armrest. In my office at 2 a.m., pacing between floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights blurring into streaks below.None of the rehearsals prepared me for the moment David Kane actually walked into the conference room.He’d dressed up. Dark suit that fit his broad shoulders perfectly, white shirt open at the collar, no tie—casual confidence rather than corporate stiffness. Hair still slightly damp, as if he’d showered right before coming. Professional. Devastating.“Ms. Ashford.” He extended his hand across the polished table. “Your assistant said you wanted to discuss my mother’s situation?”I shook it briefly, ignoring the warmth that lingered on my palm. “Sophia. And yes, please sit.”He settled into the chair opposi
I forced air into my lungs. Forced composure back into place.“I’m Sophia Ashford. I own this company.”His eyebrows lifted slightly. Surprise flickered, then vanished behind calm control. He glanced down at his jeans and t-shirt, then back at me—expensive suit, heels, diamonds—and a faint flush touched his neck.“Ms. Ashford.” He wiped his hands on a rag before extending one. “I wasn’t expecting—I would have dressed more appropriately.”“Unannounced visit.” I shook his hand briefly. The contact was warm, firm, callused in a way that sent an unexpected spark up my arm. “I came about the delayed reports. And why one of my best branches has gone silent for three weeks.”Wariness replaced the surprise. He released my hand but didn’t step back.“I’m David Kane. Elizabeth Kane’s son. I’ve been handling reports while she’s… dealing with health issues.”Health issues. Careful. Protective.“What kind?”“Personal ones.” His jaw set stubbornly. “She didn’t want special treatment. She’s been man
“Want to tell me what that was about?” Mr. Thomas asked as the Mercedes pulled away from the estate gates, gravel crunching under the tires.I stared out the tinted window at the fading lights of the mansion. “My family is trying to marry me off to Jake Morrison. Aunt Melissa’s already planting rumors tonight so she can announce our ‘courtship’ at Grandpa’s birthday next month. Public toast, two hundred witnesses, family pressure—they think I’ll be too proud to deny it in front of everyone and ruin the celebration.”Mr. Thomas’s hands tightened on the wheel for a fraction of a second before relaxing again. “And your response is to go to Brooklyn? Right now?”“My response is to find a solution that doesn’t involve their rules.” I opened the tablet, pulling up the manufacturing branch files. “They want to choose my husband? Fine. I’ll choose one first. On my terms.”“You’re going to propose to someone you haven’t met.”“Not propose. Offer a contract.” The plan crystallized as the city l












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