Marrying The Broke Billionaire In Disguise

ora Sawyer's pho

notification, her fingernails digging so hard into the rim of her ceramic coffee mug tha

table of the noisy Brooklyn diner

rs. His index finger tapped a slow, rhythmic beat against the table. His shar

creen. She dragged air into her lungs and str

e scraping dryly against her th

o his cheap messenger bag, pulled out a stack o

on the front page rea

to her coffee cup, freezing in mid-air. The rapid, f

lat, devoid of any inflection. "But the marriage will be strictly

heer audacity of this stranger, sitting in a rundown di

ell him exactly where he

ibrated violently

An image of Flora cornered in the hospital st

air in her lungs vanished. The instinct to

er worn tote bag, pulled out a cheap plastic ballpoint pen, and hovered it over t

s dark eyes darkened further. He leaned forw

his voice dropping to a low, rough

e a physical blow. The last

er name with such force that the metal t

ped, and the dullness in his eyes sharpened, replaced by a flicker of cold, calculating resolve

st eased, replaced by a hollow uncertainty. She looked at the man

e movement was precise, controlled, and entirely too el

ning at nine," Josiah sa

, Josiah's gaze flicked to the plastic nurse's badge clipping to the

ough the glass do

ck sedan pulled up to the curb. Milo Kovac, dressed in a

hly?" Milo asked

ed a duplicate copy of the prenuptial agreemen

s complete,"

disbelief crossing his face. His boss, a man whose personal net worth exc

Flora's hand had shaken as she signed her life over. A strange, unfamiliar pull tugged at hi

ed at the deep indentations

typed out a single word t

rang. Grant's name f

first time in months, her hands were steady. S

gh her thin coat, making her shiver, but she wr

damp pavement, wrapping her thin coat tighter around her frame

ay, Josiah lowered the privacy partition, the sterile streetlights w

s father, Co

Josiah said,

speaker. "I look forward to seeing

ainst the headrest and closed his eyes, mentally

growing instantly heavy. "Dig into Grant Holloway's online footprint. Social med

s hands tightening slight

eaving the grime of Brooklyn behind as