The price of Ruin: His Fake Fiance

“5000 is a debt you can never repay from your delivery job,” Alexander Toledos coldly. But it just so happens that I have my own problem today. And you might be the answer. “ Clara blinked her tears away, puzzled. “What do you mean, sir? Alexander rummaged in his desk drawer and found a white thinking document. He pushed it across the glass table to Clara. Clara looked down, bold black letters reading across the top of the page: FAKED ENGAGEMENT CONTRACT. “My grandfather is forcing me to marry a woman I despise by the end of this week, or he will remove me from the company,” Alexander said, frowning. “I need a fake fiancée. Someone obedient. Someone that will do whatever I tell them.” Clara’s jaw dropped. “You want me to pretend to be your fiancée?” “For six months, “Alexander replied, stepping right up to her. “I will be paying off your debt. I will pay for your mother’s treatment. In exchange, you will wear my ring, reside in my house, and convince the world that you belong to me.” Clara glanced from the contract and his cold, handsome face. Although this man was a monster, he was offering to save her mother’s life. “And if I say no?” Clara asked quietly. Alexander leaned down, brushing his lips at her ear. “Then I will be suing you for property damage, making sure you lose all your jobs, and stuffing your in a jail cell by tonight. The choice is yours, sweetheart.