The Billionaire’s Burden(26)

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to thinking that. I’m married. I’m a wife now. Not just to any guy, but to freaking Owen Pearson, celebrity billionaire and sexy hunk.

My parents’ company was failing, their bills were adding up faster than they could even tally them. We would be lucky to just go bankrupt. Then, Owen called.

My dad had been his teacher and mentor when Owen was still in school, and now, the billionaire was ready to return the favor after hearing how badly business was suffering.

All that Owen needed to pay off the bills and have our debts forgiven… is a wife

I’d never even met Owen before our wedding day, but now we’ll have to spend every day together, forever, as husband and wife.



The Wife Contract

Before I met him, I knew him.

Thax Johnson, business savant and heir to a family fortune, twenty nine years old and already a billionaire. His striking, handsome face filled the evening news, billboards, and magazines. His life must be full of luxurious gifts, beautiful women, everything and everyone available at his beck and call.

Then, he wandered into my bakery one lazy afternoon. I could probably count on one hand the number of customers I had that day, but none mattered except for him.

Before I knew what was happening, he was making me an offer: wed him and he would save my faltering bakery. We both needed each other; I needed to fund my shop, he needed to find a bride before his upcoming birthday or lose his inheritance.

Now, our worlds are colliding and melding into one shared life, but will we be able to persevere a wedding of convenience? Will my husband ever be more than an acquaintance in my bed each night?





Bonus Content




The Werewolf Next Door

Beastly Boyfriend, Book 1





Ella Cari





Chapter One





"Morning, Jade." My roommate muttered tiredly as she plopped an overflowing cup of coffee down in front of me.

Her brown eyes watched me intently, eyebrows raised just slightly, daring me to deny her precious offering.

With a stifled groan, I reluctantly pulled the mug up to my lips. Tentatively, I sucked in the tiniest sip possibly while plastering a pleasant grin on my face.

Lucy made the worst freaking coffee, if I were to be so nice as to call it ‘coffee.’

I don't know how she managed to do it, every night I carefully put the grounds beside the pot. Sometimes, I even pre-filled the thing so she only had to press a button. Yet, here were for the five hundredth time, because she always managed to wake up five minutes earlier than me. There was nothing worse than being woken to the sound of her quietly humming and digging through our mug collection.

Yep, for sure, those mornings where my dark haired roomie decided to be "nice" and make my coffee were the worst.

"It's good for you." She said with a frown, "Look at you, all pale. I just add some ginseng, some vitamins, you know, things to perk you up."

I tried not to show my obvious grimace, sipping again at the dirt water in my hands. I'd have to stop by the coffee shop on my way to class.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked, trying to distract her from watching me as I swirled the mug in my hands, inhaling the steam. It almost smelled like regular coffee. This was the kind of foolery that would give a person trust issues if they were to accidentally drink it without knowing what they were getting in to.

The girl rolled her eyes, flopping down into the chair beside me and kicking her legs up onto the other rickety chair.

"Eli was having one of his ragers again last night, you didn't hear it?" She sighed, frown tugging her pink lips, "I'm pretty sure everyone in the complex heard his scream-o metal."

Our entire complex was full of college kids, the landlord didn’t care in the slightest about who was making noise in the dead of night.

With a clear of my throat, I tried to hide the slow reddening of my cheeks behind the mug, daring myself to take another sip.

Eli Hunter.

Sexy, muscled, senior student, Eli Hunter.

Though I knew very little about the early twenty something year old, I'd never met a man more beautiful than him. The first thing I saw when Lucy and I moved in together was him.

He’d casually waved, barely even glancing in our direction as Lucy and I stared, open mouthed and in awe.

Tall and rugged, there are three things that everyone knew Eli was obsessed with. Motor biking, running cross country, and his huge monthly bashes.

I secretly admired him from the kitchen as he worked on his bike, sun shimmering on his golden hair and tan bod.

He barely noticed me or Lucy, though. We were too plain for him, I suppose.

"How do you think we can be neighbors for almost an entire year and never get invited to one of his crazy parties?" I finally frowned, turning to look at her, "Why won't he invite us?"