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.”

a hand

man’s hand, her head thrown back, struggling to breathe. “I’ve had twenty–one tough years. If you plan on killing me, it’d be a relief,

can be a

her father and brother in heaven and see how they

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

grandmother and be

her grandmother’s

she could not afford surgery or hospital

time was with the man in front of

lost

in a mental

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 Northfield. If you don’t want me to see