Hitched to a Billionaire: Blue-Eyed Billionaires, #1
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Hitched to a blue-eyed billionaire . . .
It was supposed to be a simple, easy marriage of convenience arrangement. A few months being married to my grumpy boss so he'd gain control of his company, and I'd walk away with enough money to take care of myself and my mother well into the future. After two years of lusting after my hot boss, the deal seemed like a no-brainer.
Except for the part about falling into his bed when I swore I'd keep things platonic.
Or finding out that there was a kind, caring side to him beneath that gruff exterior.
Or allowing my heart and emotions to muddle the situation.
I wasn't supposed to fall in love with my fake husband, especially knowing that he was a man who avoided real commitment like the plague. But here I was, setting myself up for heartache . . .
Maybe it was time to re-negotiate the terms of our agreement.
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Hitched to a Billionaire - Kaylee Monroe
CHAPTER ONE
Logan
My mouth watered as my grandfather’s maid set a plate of braised short ribs in front of me. Lately, this had been the highlight of my week. My brothers and I had been gathering at our grandfather’s home for a family dinner every Sunday for the past month, and the food was excellent every time. It was something we should have been doing for years, but it took a devastating medical diagnosis to make happen.
That was the way it went sometimes.
This looks amazing,
my brother, Dylan, said from the other side of the long dining room table. I swear, Hilda, you know the way to my heart.
Hilda rolled her eyes with a small smile on her face. She’d been working for my grandfather since before I was born, so she was used to Dylan’s endless charm. Few people knew the Reid boys better than she did.
You know I don’t prepare the food,
she pointed out. I just serve it. But I’ll tell the chef how you feel.
I’m sure Harold will appreciate knowing that he has access to your heart by way of short ribs,
our other brother, Hayden, chimed in from his seat next to Dylan.
Dylan elbowed Hayden in the ribs, and our grandpa chuckled from his spot at the head of the table.
Do I have to separate you boys like when you were little?
Dylan and Hayden grumbled in response while I dug into my food. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the slightest tremble in my grandpa’s hand when he reached for his own fork. Concern flooded me. Was this another symptom of his condition?
It was possible. It was hard to know exactly how the tumor in his brain would affect him. All we knew for sure was the end result.
He’d be gone within six months.
And that was the doctor’s most optimistic prognosis. It could be sooner.
They called it glioblastoma, and there wasn’t much that could be done. The location of the tumor made it impossible to remove surgically. Still, when we found out about his diagnosis, I pushed for grandpa to look into all the experimental treatments, insisting that he try anything he could to prolong his life.
I was met with resistance. Instead of spending his last days being poked and prodded and sickened by radiation that would probably only give him a few extra months anyway, he decided to manage his pain and get his affairs in order. He wanted to spend the end of his life doing things that made him happy. Anything that brought him joy.
That included spending as much time with me and my brothers. Hence, the weekly dinners.
I wasn’t happy about his decision not to seek other treatment, but I respected the man too much to argue with him. I couldn’t change what was going to happen, no matter how hard that was to accept, and the last thing I wanted was a bunch of negative memories because of fighting that wouldn’t do anything.
Have you heard from mom?
Dylan asked Hayden as we ate.
She didn’t come to these meals. I knew that grandpa extended the invitation each week, but she always managed to be too busy to attend. Since my father had passed away a decade ago, she’d put the wealth he accumulated to good use, throwing herself into philanthropic efforts that took up a lot of her time. Sometimes, she expected us to attend, too.
Yeah, she’s at the ceremony today,
Hayden said around a mouthful of food. She’s presenting this year’s scholarship at the school.
I didn’t even know that she was at her alma mater. Unlike Hayden, I didn’t have a particularly close relationship with her. Or my father, when he was alive, although that was for different reasons.
That’s great,
Grandpa said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. She might not have been born a Reid, but all of her charity work certainly adds some respectability to our family name.
I didn’t think we necessarily needed her for that, but I wasn’t going to argue with him. He’d always treated my mother like a daughter, even after my dad died. I knew she cared about him too. He was like the father she never had.
As the meal came to an end, I expected all of us to go into the living room to unwind as we usually did. But Grandpa’s hand on my arm stopped me from heading in that direction.
Come into the study,
he said with a grave look on his face. We need to talk.
Dylan and Hayden paused for a moment, staring at us.
This needs to be a private conversation,
Grandpa added.
Hayden shrugged at Dylan and the two of them went into the living room. I heard the TV turn on as I followed Grandpa into his study. Once I stepped inside, he closed the door behind me.
You want a drink?
he asked, crossing to a cart of hard liquor against the wall.
No, thanks.
He took his time pouring himself a generous measure of whiskey while I sat in a brown leather chair. I’d always liked this study when I was a little kid, and not just because it had extra appeal as the one room that I wasn’t technically allowed to be in alone. The walls of the study were lined with shelves, and full of books. I always felt like there was a hidden world here in the pages of the books, especially the oldest ones, bound in leather and the most forbidden to be touched. I imagined adventure and mystery to be hiding here, if only I could find it.
Grandpa settled into the chair facing me, his drink in his hand. I took a moment to study him while I waited for him to speak. He’d lost weight recently, and I knew it was because the terrible headaches he’d been getting made him feel nauseous from the pain. But aside from that, there was no physical indication that he wasn’t well. He looked the same as always, with his grey hair side swept and his pinstriped suit free of wrinkles.
I’ve been meaning to talk to you about my will,
Grandpa started.
I groaned and scrubbed my hand down my face. I didn’t want to do this. I wasn’t ready to know his final wishes.
Don’t worry about it,
I said, putting my hands on my knees and standing. I’ll be the executor, and I’ll make sure that whatever you put in there gets done. I don’t need to know in advance…
Sit down,
he ordered.
There was no denying him when he used that firm tone of voice. I planted my ass back in the chair and stared at him.
You need to know something about my will. The way things stand right now, I’m not sure if I’m going to leave you the company.
That comment was like being punched in the center of my chest. This was the last thing I ever expected.
But…why?
I’d been the CEO of KeenTech since my grandfather retired six years ago. I devoted my life to running the company, growing it to even greater financial success than ever before. As the oldest son, I always assumed that I’d inherit it one day.
I need you to get married first,
he said, before taking a drink of his whiskey.
I blinked, trying to process his words. Married?
I repeated, as if I’d heard him wrong.
Grandpa sighed. It’s time for you to settle down, Logan. Believe it or not, there’s more to life than just work.
He’s officially lost it. That was all I could think. Maybe the illness was affecting his ability to be rational.
That’s insane,
I told him, hoping to get him to think clearly. This ultimatum was crazy.
I know it’s difficult to understand, but I’ve done a lot of thinking about this over the last few months,
he said, his eyes bright and lucid at the moment. When I’m gone, you’ll be the head of the family. Someone for your brothers to look up to…and I think it’s important that you set this example. And I want the family name to continue on. I know I won’t be around to see any grandkids, but if you’re married by the time I go, I can move on with hope that they’ll exist someday.
You can’t be serious,
I said, shaking my head in disbelief. You want me to find someone to marry in the next couple of months?
I knew your grandmother was the one on our first date,
he said with a shrug. When you know, you know. I believe that. You just need to open yourself up to the possibility of it.
And if I don’t?
I asked defiantly, but I already knew the answer.
Then, I won’t be leaving the company to you.
The anger and resentment coursing through me was overwhelming, and I didn’t know what to say. I’d never felt this way about my grandfather before. I was caught completely off-guard by this stipulation of his.
The worst part was the betrayal I felt. How could he do this to me? Get married now? As if I didn’t have enough emotional baggage to deal with right now?
Even if a wife was something I wanted—which it definitely wasn’t—I couldn’t imagine focusing on cultivating a relationship while I was trying to grapple with the mortality of the only person I’d ever really respected.
No. No way. This isn’t happening.
I stood again, seething. "I’m not playing this game. You can’t force me into this ridiculous stipulation. After everything I’ve done for the company…I can’t believe you’d do this to me."
Turning away from him, I stormed off. I could feel his eyes on me as I left the study, but I didn’t turn around. I needed to get out of here before I said something I’d regret.
Hayden and Dylan saw me pass by the living room on my way out the door, but I didn’t stop to talk to them. I wouldn’t even know how to explain the old man’s criteria for my inheritance.
It was too absurd to even consider.
Come in,
I called out when I heard three sharp taps against the door of my office the next morning.
My efficient assistant barely waited until the words had left my mouth before she was pushing the