Mag-log in"My daughter needs heart surgery," Riley whispered, clutching four-year-old Lily to her chest. "I'll do anything." Brett Graham's steel-gray eyes never left hers. "Anything?" "Yes." "Then you'll be mine. Completely. For six months." Riley Plia is homeless with a dying daughter when ruthless billionaire Brett Graham offers her a deal: pose as his girlfriend for six months and earn $500,000 for her child's heart surgery. She thinks she's found salvation. Instead, she finds herself trapped in a contract written in cruelty. Brett treats her like property—controlling her meals, her words, even when she can see her daughter. He humiliates her at galas, dismisses her tears, and uses her desperation as a weapon. But beneath his ice-cold exterior lies a man terrified of abandonment, testing her loyalty through suffering because everyone he's ever loved has left him. As Riley endures his torment to save Lily, she discovers an inner strength that refuses to break. And Brett finds himself addicted to the one woman who won't shatter under his worst behavior. In a world where love is the ultimate luxury, can two damaged souls heal each other's wounds—or will Brett's need for control destroy the only real thing he's ever found? When the contract ends, will she stay... or will she finally run?
view moreRiley pov Then he closed the space between us with a growl, his fingers ripping my skirt up my thighs and yanking my soaked panties aside in one brutal tug. The fabric tearing with a sharp rip that echoed in the locked room, before he freed his throbbing cock from his pants—thick, veined, and slick with pre-cum and lined it up against my dripping entrance. The head nudging my swollen folds apart as he surged forward in one merciless thrust, spearing me open inch by searing inch until he bottomed out balls-deep in my clenching heat.The sudden stretch ripping a wail from my throat that shattered into a raw “oh fuck, yes” as my walls fluttered and gripped him like a vise, milking the invasion while stars burst behind my eyesHis hands gripped my hips as his mouth devoured every sound I made and the table beneath us shuddered with the force of him pounding into me. He pulled back almost to the tip with a slick drag that made me sob, then slammed home again harder and deeper, the wet
Riley's POVSix weeks later, I stand in the Graham Foundation's restored boardroom, watching Brett address the same people who tried to destroy us. The media circus has died down, the FBI investigation closed, and our reputation is slowly rebuilding."The Sterling-Jamson conspiracy cost us significant donors and public trust," Brett says, his voice steady. "But it also showed us who our real allies are."Patricia Wells shifts uncomfortably in her chair. She's been notably quiet since being forced to publicly apologize for her hasty actions."What's our current funding status?" asks Kim, who at least had the decency to look ashamed during Brett's reinstatement."Better than expected." I stand, pulling up financial reports on the wall display. "Our crisis response actually attracted new donors who believe in our mission."Brett's eyes catch mine across the room, warm with pride."Ms. Plia will be taking over as Chief Operations Officer effective immediately," Brett announces.The room g
Riley's POVThe parking garage beneath our building feels like a war bunker as Brett and I huddle around his laptop, analyzing the doctored photo that might save our lives."The metadata doesn't lie." Brett's fingers fly across the keyboard. "This image was created three days before we met, but Jamson's claiming it shows our first encounter.""Which means he's been planning this for months." I lean closer to the screen, studying the technical details. "But why use a fake photo when he could have gotten real ones?"Brett goes very still. "Because he never had access to real surveillance from that day.""What do you mean?""The area where we actually met." Brett pulls up building schematics on his phone. "It doesn't have security cameras. I chose it specifically for privacy."My heart starts racing. "So he had to fabricate evidence of our first meeting.""And he got sloppy." Brett screenshots the metadata. "This is enough to discredit his entire case."I grab his arm. "We need to call D
Riley's POVThe Graham Foundation boardroom feels like a courtroom as twelve faces stare at Brett across the mahogany table. I sit beside him, ignoring the disapproving glances from board members who clearly think I don't belong here."The situation is untenable," announces Patricia Wells, the Red haired board chair. "Channel 7's exposé has already cost us three major donors."Brett's jaw tightens. "The allegations are false.""That may be," Patricia continues coldly, "but perception is reality in our business. We need you to step down temporarily while this investigation proceeds.""No." My voice cuts through the tension.Every head turns toward me as Patricia's eyes narrow dangerously. "Excuse me, Ms. Plia?"I stand slowly, feeling Brett's surprise beside me. "I said no. You're not removing him from the foundation he built.""And you are?" Board member Kim's tone drips condescension."I'm the woman who's spent the last eight months learning every aspect of this foundation's operatio






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