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Chapter 6 - A Deal With The Devil

Author: Grace Kara
last update Last Updated: 2025-04-04 05:02:57

I clutched his jacket closer around me. "I'm not interested in anything...inappropriate."

A flash of irritation crossed his face.

"I'm not propositioning you for sex Angelina. If that was what I wanted, there are far more direct ways to obtain it."

My cheeks burned at his bluntness. "Then what do you want?"

Damien studied me for a long moment, as if deciding whether I was worth the explanation. Finally, he spoke.

"My mother is dying. Cancer. She has perhaps six months."

The stark statement hung in the air between us. "I'm sorry," I said automatically.

He waved away my sympathy. "She has one wish before she dies.. to see me settled. Engaged, at minimum. I've told her I am engaged, but my alleged fiancée doesn't actually exist."

Understanding began to dawn on me. "You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?"

"Yes." His gaze never wavered. "You need a place to stay, money, protection from your husband. I need a fiancée to present to my mother. It's a mutually beneficial arrangement."

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