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.”

could finish, a hand was around her

twenty–one tough years. If you plan on killing me, it’d be a relief, really. It’s a shame it would dirty your

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

brother in

wanted to tell her father and brother how hard things had been for her and her mother these past

her grandmother and be by

wanted her grandmother’s

condition was deteriorating; she could not afford

the

had lost her

a mental institution, under

released her abruptly. She breathed heavily, her voice hoarse. “Mr. Lindbergh, I won’t leave Northfield. If you don’t want me to see Jason,