Too Late To Claim The Bride
"Just tell me what you want, Cora. Tell me what it takes to get your signature on that contract. I will sign whatever you write. I will agree to any percentage, any clause, any restriction. Just please... don't let my family's legacy die. Just tell me your price."
Cora stood perfectly still, watching me squirm and humiliate myself on the floor of her laboratory. A dark, intensely satisfied smile slowly touched her lips, her hazel eyes gleaming with a cold amusement. She watched the great Leon Halefield crawl at her feet. She enjoyed every single second of my desperation, soaking in the sight of my complete surrender.
"You want to know my price, Mr. Halefield?" she asked, leaning back against
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