Engaged To The Tycoon

chapter 3

It was him who broke the news to me. The figure that he provided was so enormous that even if I had gotten a plane and a lot of money and spent a month throwing it into the ocean, I wouldn't have come close to making a dent in the amount of money that he'd thrown away. The figure that he provided was so enormous that even if I had gotten a plane and a lot of money and spent a month throwing it into the ocean. It was shocking to hear such a high figure from him.

I did nothing but keep staring at him while I sat there in quiet. "Are you being completely honest with me? Jesus Christ, you could learn a thing or two about managing money from individuals who are hooked to meth. What the devil could be wrong with you is beyond my comprehension.

I was hoping to get more from him, but all he did was shake his head, and I realized that was all I was going to get from him. I was disappointed.

As a result of being knocked off-balance, I retreated. Why don't you people just give up and declare bankruptcy like everyone else does when they lose?

She responded to Lucy's question by saying, "Because... it's my life." "Because..." When I heard my own name, I recoiled in horror. There is still a possibility for me to get it fixed; all I need is enough money. And in order to get my hands on it, I could make some baked books, but..." The volume of his voice dropped. It's been a week since your mum should have started the chemotherapy treatment. However, I simply cannot afford to do so at this time. Every single expense is past due, my credit card is at its limit, and I dropped my insurance a few months ago to make up for some additional cash...

This is not even somewhat possible to be true. Nobody could possible have been as stupid as this person was.

"So your pride is the only thing that is stopping you from attempting to help your mother," the other person said. I aimed a cold look at him while my stomach churned with anger. If he wanted to take his own life, well, that was his right to do so; however, for him to drag mom down with him... I just couldn't take it. If he wanted to take his own life, well, that was his right to do so.

He said, "No," and then gave me his whole attention for the first time by looking up at me. "No, I don't need a strategy; I already have one. I do have a backer. Someone who is as passionate as I am about achieving my objectives. I am capable of completing it, but I will need his assistance. In addition to this... there is a catch!

I had a premonition that was eerily accurate, and it was about the future. "Isn't this something that would have been in the movie Indecent Proposal?" I said. My volume was turned up to an unacceptable degree. The focus of attention was brought in our direction by everyone. Holy mother of God, hear my prayer. "I'm your daughter," I said.

He shouted, "No!" as his face turned red and his eyes darted in every direction possible. "No, it's not in any way resembling that at all."

"Wait, you want me to sleep with him, and then he'll give you a million dollars, but I won't see a dime of it?" "What, you want me to sleep with him, and then he'll give you a million dollars, but I won't see Is that what you mean to say?

“No! It's...” He opened the ever-present briefcase he carried with him, reached inside, and pulled out a piece of paper that was roughly the same thickness as a book sold in paperback format. When I did nothing but look at him, he put it on the table in the middle of the two of us. He offered it to me, but when I did nothing but stare at him, he put it on the table.

He explained to her that the letter was a proposal for them to get married.

I was surprised to find that I was beginning to laugh. "Oh my god. Oh my gosh. I was beginning to get concerned that you had lost your sense of humor due to the fact that you have never exhibited any sign of having a sense of humor. Even though it wasn't very funny—joking around about cancer was a seriously stupid thing to do—the relief I felt was so welcome that I felt I could forgive it. Even though it wasn't very funny—joking around about cancer was an extremely stupid thing to do. It was a seriously idiotic thing to do, and despite the fact that it wasn't particularly humorous at all. After all, if all of his transgressions had been as relatively harmless as a joke about cancer, he would have been a shoe-in for heaven rather than the soulless earth-bound lich that he was. After all, if all of his transgressions had been as relatively harmless as a joke about cancer.

He uttered his words in a low voice and stated, "It's not a joke."

I couldn't muster up another laugh after that.

Who exactly is this person who is supporting you? I said. My thoughts started going to the folks who he often worked with at that company. On my list of things to do before I die, I'm sure I had it written down somewhere between eating a bucket of toenails and breaking my own kneecaps with a ball-peen hammer that I wanted to get married to a member of the corporate aristocracy. But I never got around to doing either of those things.

He took a long, deep breath in and then gently let it out. The given name Bryan silva.

My brows sprang up so high that there was a possibility that they would become entangled in my hair as they rose higher.

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Find Something to Read, and When You Do, Begin With "Who Is This Silva Bryan?" The absurdity of the situation seemed beyond unbelievable.

When I glanced at the contract that was in front of me, there was no question in my mind that his name was included on the list that was included in the document. Silva D. Bryan is my name. Thank you. A man I had only ever learned about via hearing about him on the television, reading idle gossip about him in internet forums, and reading articles about him in magazines. The cruel and powerful lord of Empire Capital, which is one of the largest corporations in existence; he has an uninteresting appearance despite his immense wealth and power. Within the period of just ten years, he had risen from relative obscurity to the top of the heap, taking the lives of both his competitors and his colleagues along the way and leaving their bodies in his path. He started off with nothing yet managed to skyrocket to notoriety quite quickly. It was stated that he eliminated everybody who stood in his way without any ceremony or even emotion, either killing them or getting rid of them in another means.

This is what I have been led to believe. And I had quite a few people tell me about it. In recent years, no one has been able to keep quiet about him for more than five seconds at a time without saying something negative. Even though I didn't watch much television, it seemed as though every other news story I happened to hear made reference to him in some way. He had been featured on the front cover of every major publication, sometimes more than once, and even though I didn't watch much television, it seemed as though every other news story I happened to hear made reference to him in some way.

When I turned back, there was a marriage contract that appeared to have been plucked from from the eighteenth century and placed in front of me. including his name or initials in some way.

What kinds of limitations are there? I wondered. mostly due to the fact that there was no possibility that there wouldn't be a catch. There was no way that a someone with the caliber of Anton Waters would have needed the assistance of a matchmaker in order to finally get married. He was successful in accumulating wealth as well as finding a suitable partner. Probably. This was the conduct of young men who were influential, wealthy, and attractive in their social circles. In the past, my grandfather was a part of the organization.

And just take a look at where that decision has gotten him now!

In addition, it was the child who whispered something to you, mum. Take a look at the location of mum at the moment.

A few times, I licked the inside of my lips. "Can you please explain the specifics of this agreement?" I said.

He cited the example of a prenuptial agreement to illustrate his point, saying, "You'll want an attorney to go over it with you," and comparing it to the situation.

A prenup. Right. "And what kind of business does silva Bryan have requesting to have his future wife selected out for him?" "And what kind of business does silva Bryan have wanting to have his future wife picked out for him?"

My grandfather averted his eyes from me. "I am unable to confirm that. He explained that they were reasons that were important to him on a personal level. It is not required that you sign it at this time. You can walk away. It amounts to little more than a precondition for him to offer his support. Turn your back on the issue and let your mother perish on her own; then leave. The suggestion was like a mist lingering in the air between us both at the same time.