SARAH
Who exactly did Onyx Bradford think he was? The Queen of England? Who in their right mind asks a random stranger that they just met to be his wife? And for money?
I was desperate, yes, but I wasn’t that desperate enough to get married, especially to someone like him. He was rude, arrogant, and condescending. He was the type of man that thought that the world would worship at his altar just because he was rich and famous. The look on his face was priceless when I told him no. It was a word that was foreign in his dictionary, no doubt judging by his expression. I was a woman who stood by her word. I wasn’t going to bend to his will.
“But two million dollars,” my subconscious chastised. “You turned down two million because of your pride?”
I pushed that thought aside because I knew
