"What do you say, bellissima?"
"Stop calling me that, Arius."
"Over my dead body, wife."
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Lucian West was in desperate need of a job to pay for her mother's loan. When she finally gets the job, her boss offers h...
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LUCIAN
“
OMG, you are such a bitch for not telling me about the tea sooner!” Char practically yells at me, her voice loud enough to startle the cat napping on the windowsill.
The sunlight is streaming through the kitchen window, illuminating the alcohol bottles on the counter as if they were party decorations.
This "tea," as she calls it, is my potential marriage contract — a business arrangement that could secure me a fortune. Ten million dollars, to be exact. The thought makes my head spin, not from excitement, but from anxiety. My fingers tap nervously against the table while my mind races.
“It’s a good offer, I must say. You should probably accept it. Imagine having ten million in your bank account!” she continues, pouring two glasses of margaritas as if the answer to all my problems lies at the bottom of each glass.
“Mhm,” I whisper nonchalantly, wishing I felt as enthusiastic as Char.
“Wanna get drunk?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
