Auctioned for a Dollar, Claimed by the Billionaire

I didn’t sleep that night. The next morning, snow covered Central Park like a white sheet. Damien’s driver took us

For six weeks, nothing happened. That was the scariest part. I threw myself into work. I cleaned house at Sterling

Every head turned to Damien. I couldn’t breathe. I looked at him, and for the first time since the shadows

At 2:59 p.m., I walked into the Sterling Group boardroom. Twelve board members sat around the long walnut table. Half

Before I could ask what he meant, tires screeched behind us. Ryan burst out of the hotel doors, his tux

“It’s fake.” Ryan’s hands shook so hard the pages rattled. “You forged this! Richard would never-” “Notarized in London. Witnessed

“Ten!” The whole room counted. Four hundred voices. Damien lowered his head. He didn’t rush. He kissed me like he

I hit his chest like a wall of warm steel. He smelled like cedar and cold air and something darker

Champagne dripped off Ryan’s chin. He didn’t wipe it. “What… did you say?” For one heartbeat, nobody moved. Then the

The doors swung open on “one.” The laughter died mid-breath. Four hundred heads turned. Champagne flutes froze halfway to lips.