My Shotgun Marriage with the Billionaire CEO
But as my eyes looked into the room my heart stopped altogether in the middle of my chest.
Sitting behind the desk was none other than my husband. His eyes bore into mine, a stoic and passive expression etched on his face.
“Mr. Scott, the ladies from Walvern Media are here,” Jennifer announced.
Miles Scott.
Oh, my God. How had I been so dumb? How could I have not put the pieces together all this time? They had been in front of me the entire time.
My husband, whom I had just met yesterday, was the richest man in America and the 8th richest in the world.