Mr. Blackwood's smile grew wider. "Excellent. Let's get started, shall we?"
"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this," I said, trying to stall. contract marriage with the devil billionaire
He explained that he needed a wife, a figurehead to help him navigate the complexities of high society. In return, he'd pay off my debts and give me a substantial allowance. But there was a catch: we'd have to be married for at least three years, and I'd have to pretend to be his devoted wife in public. " I said