Saint Jordan Killian Caldwell. A gazillionaire with a panty melting smirk and a soul as broken as my own.
I wanted a child, he wanted a willing wife. I wanted someone to break me and build me up again . . . He wanted no emotions, no connection.
A simple transaction, that’s what he said it would be.
I needed something in me to shatter, so I could finally live. He promised that he was the one who’d bring me to the edge. Show me how it could be between a man and a woman. Just . . . you know . . . no sentiments involved.
I thought I was willing to do as he commanded.
After the nightmare life that I’d led, I hoped that I could walk away with one thing that belonged to me: my own flesh and blood. My baby. That was the deal I had made.
I hadn’t expected to develop feelings for the father of my child.
Definitely hadn’t meant to fall in love with the man I must betray.