THE CONTRACT
"Marry me."
Amelia Carter almost choked on her coffee.
She stared across the restaurant table at the man who had just offered her the most ridiculous proposal she'd ever heard.
Damian Blackwood didn't look like a man who joked.
His black suit was perfectly fitted, his expression completely emotionless, and his eyes were fixed on her like he'd already made his decision.
"You want me to marry you?"
"For one year."
Amelia laughed nervously.
"You're insane."
"Probably."
He slid a folder across the table.
"One million dollars."
Her smile disappeared.
She looked at the folder.
Then at him.
"You expect me to sell myself for a million dollars?"
"No."
Damian leaned back.
"I'm paying you to become my wife."
"What's the difference?"
"The difference is that you won't have to love me."
Amelia pushed the folder back.
"I don't know you."
"I know enough about you."
Her stomach tightened.
"What does that mean?"
"You have thirty-seven thousand dollars in medical debt."
Amelia froze.
"You've been following me?"
"I've been investigating you."
"Why?"
For the first time, something changed in Damian's expression.
Hatred.
Cold, unmistakable hatred.
"Because your family owes mine a debt."
Amelia stared at him.
"My family?"
"Your mother destroyed my family fifteen years ago."
Her fingers curled beneath the table.
"My mother died when I was seven."
"I know."
Damian stood.
"That's why you're perfect."
He turned to leave.
Amelia grabbed his wrist.
"Wait."
He looked down at her hand.
"If I agree to this," she whispered, "what happens after one year?"
"You walk away with your money."
"And you?"
"I get what I want."
"What do you want?"
Damian's eyes darkened.
"Revenge."
Three days later, Amelia signed the contract.
She thought she was marrying a stranger.
She didn't know she was marrying the son of the man her mother had supposedly murdered.
And she certainly didn't know that someone inside the Blackwood family had been waiting fifteen years for her to come back.
Because the moment Amelia became Mrs. Blackwood...
someone tried to kill her.