The Billionaire's Maid Bride
If I breathed a word of this arrangement to anyone—including the press—I would forfeit everything and face legal action.
"No physical intimacy is required," Lucien added, his silver eyes locking onto mine, reading my expression with unsettling ease. "This is a marriage of convenience. We will share a suite for the sake of the staff and my grandfather's spies, but my private quarters are off-limits to you. We are partners in a contract, nothing more."
"And after the year is up?" I asked, my voice steadying.
"We file for a quiet, uncontested divorce," he replied simply. "You walk away with a generous settlement, enough to secure your brother’s future, and I keep my company. It’s a clean break.