Married to my Cold BILLIONAIRE Boss
"Six months. Public appearances, social functions, the appearance of stability. In exchange: Director-level salary, corporate housing, references that open doors when we're done."
"You're asking me to pretend to be your wife."
"I'm asking you to be useful." He reached into his jacket, withdrew a folder, held it out. "The contract. Read it. Decide by the time we land."
I took it. Heavy paper, legal language, terms spelled out in numbered clauses. Separate residences. No emotional attachment. Termination at either party's discretion. The salary figure made my breath catch, more than I'd made in two years.
"Why me?" I asked again. "You could hire an actress. Someone trained."
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