The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

“Lucian, folks like you who are loaded may talk about pride, but for a poor sod like me, pride is priceless. If I’d known you had a thing for virgins, I would’ve kept myself pure and then spent a night with you. That way, you’d have had to marry me, right?”

Sometimes, the sharpest weapon wasn’t a blade, but words that cut like a knife.

As her words hung in the air, Lucian’s gaze turned colder, a vein on his forehead pulsing. He was afraid he’d hurt the woman before him if he didn’t control himself.

“I don’t want to see you with Jason again. If I do, I’ll make sure you disappear from Northfield.”

“Disappear how?”

The woman’s hair spread out on the man’s pillow, a smile playing on her lips, seemingly unafraid. “Jason’s into me. You should go talk to him. What’s the point of talking to me? You guys are right; I’m a gold digger. I just want the dough, and I’m happy when a rich guy’s chasing me.”

finish, a hand was around her throat.

struggling to breathe. “I’ve had twenty–one tough years. If you

closed her eyes. Sometimes, death can be a relief. Living can be so

her father and brother in heaven and see how they were doing.

father and brother how hard things had been for her and her

grandmother and be by

her grandmother’s

to the hospital with no money. Her mother’s condition was deteriorating; she could not afford surgery or hospital stays. She was moved from a room to

with the man in

had lost

a mental institution, under Leah’s

eyes, once bright, were now dull and lifeless, as if they had lost their most beautiful color. Lucian’s pupils constricted sharply, and he released her abruptly. She breathed heavily, her voice hoarse. “Mr. Lindbergh, I won’t leave