Game over.
Mystiqueafter bankruptcy the billionaire asked me to marry himdivorced my mafia husband married my brother-in-lawdivorced my scumbag ex, married a hot ceodumped the scumbag, now i'm married to a billionaire
Logan says.
My throat tightens, and for a second, I can’t speak. I reach for the pen lying across the papers, my hand trembling slightly as I pick it up. I stare at the contract again, the black ink of Logan’s signature already on the seller’s line, bold and firm. All it needs is mine.