Married To My Billionaire Nemesis
Biscuit immediately flops beside me with his head on my thigh, watching like he's waiting for treats.
I tug the ribbon slowly. It unravels with a soft whisper. The lid lifts away easily.
Inside, nestled on black velvet, is a diamond necklace. This is not a delicate chain. It's a freaking statement piece. A single pear-shaped pendant the size of my thumbnail, surrounded by a halo of smaller stones, set in what looks like platinum. Even in the dim living-room light it catches fire, throwing tiny rainbows across the coffee table.
A cream card is tucked beside it.