Her Billionaire Bargain

TRINITY:
I never thought I'd sell myself into marriage. But when my mother's cancer treatments threatened to bankrupt us both, I did what any desperate daughter would do-I considered the devil's bargain.

Five million dollars. One year of my life. A contract with the most infuriating, commanding, unexpectedly intriguing man I've ever faced across a negotiation table.

I told myself it was just business. A transaction. My Harvard Law degree for his family trust requirement.

I never expected to feel his touch like fire against my skin. Never imagined I'd search for glimpses of vulnerability beneath his silver-haired, green-eyed façade. Never dreamed I'd find myself defending him to my friends while questioning everything I thought I knew about wealth, power, and justice.


ALEXANDER:
I needed a wife. Not love. Not complications. Just a brilliant, independent woman who could satisfy my father's archaic trust requirements before my forty-sixth birthday.

Trinity Parker was supposed to be a solution, not a problem. Certainly not a temptation with her sharp legal mind, unflinching principles, and skin that feels like silk beneath my hands.

I've spent my life calculating risks and controlling outcomes. But nothing prepared me for how she challenges me, sees through my carefully constructed walls, makes me question the empire I've built.

Our contract specified separate bedrooms. Professional distance. An expiration date.

It said nothing about her becoming essential to my existence. Nothing about sacrifice or protection or the impossible way my heart races when she looks at me like maybe, just maybe, this arrangement has become something neither of us expected.