The man sitting across from Amara Cole looked like trouble dressed in a thousand-dollar suit.
Sebastian Blackwood.
His name alone carried weight—power, money, and fear. The kind of man who destroyed lives with a signature.
"I'll pay you five million," he said calmly, sliding a document across the table.
Amara stared at the number, her heart racing. Five million could erase her debts, save her mother, and give her a future.
"For what?" she asked, her voice steady despite the storm inside her.
"For six months of your life," Sebastian replied coldly. "A marriage. In name only."
She laughed softly. "You think I can be bought?"
His dark eyes met hers. "Everyone can."
Amara pushed the paper back. "Find someone else."
Sebastian stood, towering over her. "You don't understand. This is not a request."
She rose too, refusing to bow. "Then understand this—I don't belong to you."
A slow smile curved his lips. "You will."
And in that moment, Amara realized—
her life was about to change forever.