~Alexander~ “Marry you?!... You're not even my type. I'm barely interested in you,” She exclaimed. I clenched my jaw so tightly I could feel the tension rise to my temples. Was she serious? Women with power, money, and family names that shook the city would sell their souls for a fraction of my attention and yet she, with nothing but a sharp tongue and a paycheck that could barely keep the lights on, had the audacity to say I wasn’t her type? “You’re joking, right?” she asked. I shoved my hands into my pockets, my voice like ice. “Do I look like I’m fucking kidding?” I said, each word clipped. “Be my wife. One year. I’ll cover every damn bill you have, and when it’s over, you’ll walk away with five hundred million dollars.” Her laugh was bitter, disbelieving. “This is ridiculous—who just walks around in broad daylight asking strangers to marry him?” Her voice grated on me. I loathed rejection—loathed it even more when it came from someone who had no idea what they were turni
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