The Billionaire’s Reluctant Bride
And at the center of it all, behind a sleek black desk, sat the man who was going to be my husband.
Sebastian Wolfe.
Billionaire. CEO. Devil in a tailored suit.
His gray eyes found me the moment I stepped forward, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor, the only sound breaking the silence of his office. He didn’t smile. He almost never did. Instead, he leaned back in his chair, one hand tapping a sleek fountain pen against a stack of papers.
“You’re late.” He said, his voice smooth but authoritative.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Traffic.”