LOGAN BLACKSTONE
I couldn’t hide my astonishment at Mr. Addison’s ludicrous proposal.
Did he seriously think I had an obligation to marry his daughter just because we’d been on a date?
“Are you out of your mind?” I demanded, my voice tinged with incredulity.
He shook his head, unperturbed. “I need to resolve a family issue. I believe this will be a great solution.”
His words struck me as strange. He had always portrayed his family as perfect on the surface, at least in public. I struggled to understand his reasoning.
“I’m not going to marry your daughter,” I said firmly through clenched teeth.
Mr. Addison’s brow furrowed. “Think about it, Blackstone. My company may be on the brink of collapse, but I’m not defeated. Your family has always coveted the power of my companies. I’m offer
