The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride

I dragged a bleeding man out of a flooded alley to get the five million dollars he promised me.

He woke up with severe amnesia, so I hid him in my cramped apartment, desperate to secure the cash for my seven-year-old son's life-saving asthma medication.

But while washing his ruined, custom-tailored suit, I found a heavy gold signet ring hidden inside the seam. It was deeply engraved with a vicious falcon gripping a broadsword.

My blood instantly ran cold.

Ten years ago, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire who dismantled my father's company and drove my parents to suicide wore that exact ring.

I had just saved the monster who destroyed my family, and now he was sleeping in my bed, right down the hall from my little boy.

I stood in the kitchen, gripping a heavy butcher knife until my knuckles turned white. He was completely helpless in the next room, burning with a severe infection.

I could drive the blade into his chest right now and finally end this ten-year nightmare.

But then I looked at the astronomical pharmacy bills and the eviction notices pinned to the fridge. Vengeance wouldn't buy my son's next breath.

"I am not interested in you, I am only interested in your money."

I put the knife down, grabbed the medical supplies, and walked into the bedroom to nurse my sworn enemy back to health.

Revenge could wait, but until I got my five million, the devil was mine to keep.