Page 56 of The Darkest King


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I chew my lip and glance away.

This will be worth it one day. Six months at most, then I’ll have my independence.

One day, I will fall in love and get married. Have a family. I won’t be bound by the mob, and I’ll have a thriving business of my own.

Itwillbe worth it.

There is one question I’m curious about, though.

“Why do you want the money?” I ask. “You have a net worth of sixty-five billion dollars.” His wealth is widely known and spoken about everywhere. Monitored, analyzed, and judged.

Connor shrugs. “Compensation. Some of it will cover the ring, media management, your living expenses, and the wedding. The rest is profit. Or we could call it ‘services rendered.’” He smirks in a tease, then climbs off the stool.

What a smartass.

“I’ll drive you home so you can take the night to say goodbye to your old life, then tomorrow, you’ll move in. I will arrange credit cards and a ring for you,” Connor says, as if it is a done deal.

We both know it is.

We stare at each other, and he reaches out his hand to help me off the stool. Then he pulls me closer. My body presses into his, and he cups my cheek. It feels nice. Like all day, this is where I have been wanting to land.

“So, I guess I should pop the question,” Connor says, his dark chocolate eyes roaming my face. “Mia Mancini, will you fake marry me?”

Holy smokes, we are doing this.

“Yes,” I reply, dread filling my tummy.

Connor’s mouth descends on mine, and I can’t help but feel like I’ve sold my soul to the devil.










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