Married to The Cold-Hearted Billionaire

Emma's POV I never believed my life would come down to a signature. One swipe of the pen. That’s all it took to tie my fate to Aiden Blackwood — the man whose eyes were as cold as the steel skyscrapers he owned. “Sign it,” he said, his voice clipped, like he didn’t want to waste a single breath more on me than necessary. The paper trembled in my hands. Marriage contract. Legal and binding. Three years. No emotional involvement. No intimacy unless requested. A million dollars by the end of it — enough to pay for my mother’s surgery twice over and give her a chance at life. I looked up at him. He didn’t smile. He didn’t blink. He didn’t even pretend to care. “I don’t have all day, Miss Lane.” He said I swallowed the lump in my throat, my pride, and the last pieces of my innocence. Then I signed. “You’re mine now,” Aiden said, standing and walking away like he’d just closed another business deal, he didn’t look back. Because to him, that’s all I was. A deal. Deep inside, I wanted to scream in all languages, but I couldn’t