Page 3 of Be My Wife

Well, except her.

Except the little girl I’m trying to save.

Levy hesitates.

I slap the table. “Dammit, Levy. What are the new conditions?”

“One condition.”

“Okay. One condition. What is it?”

Silence.

“Levy…” I growl.

“Marriage.”

That one word sucks all the air out of the room.

Out of my chest.

Out of my soul.

His brown eyes pierce mine, cutting through me with that same intensity Eldrina used to have. “See that?” He nods at my expression. “She was banking on that.”

My heart thunders.

Just the thought of getting married again turns my stomach.

“Let me see the papers.”

Levy sighs. Crosses over to the safe.

I hear the beeps.

Then the click.

The door swings open and he pulls out a file.

After returning to the desk, he slides it over to me. “I’m sorry, Brogan.”

I glance over the will.

It’s my grandmother’s signature.

My grandmother’s last request.

“If you hadn’t fulfilled the conditions by your th

irty-fifth birthday, the company would have been liquidated and everything would have gone to charity.”

My chest rises and falls.

My fingernails dig into my palm hard enough to leave indents.

“She hated us, didn’t she?” I shake my head at Levy. “She did this to get back at mom.”

“You know she didn’t sanction your parents marriage or your divorce.”

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