I married him for money, now he's begging me to stay

by William Davis

Three years ago, I signed a contract to become Mrs. Damien Cross—not for love, but for a sum that would solve all my problems. The rules were simple: play the devoted wife in public, stay out of his way in private, and walk away wealthy when the contract expires. But on the morning our marriage is supposed to end, Damien isn't handing me divorce papers—he's asking me to stay. The man who barely looked at me for three years suddenly can't let me go, and I'm starting to suspect our arrangement was never as emotionless as either of us pretended. Now I have to decide: take the money and run, or risk everything to discover what's really behind those desperate eyes.