Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss
“Nothing worth dissecting. Just… clearing the air.”
Charles wasn’t satisfied with that. I felt it in the way he kept glancing at me, waiting for more. But I wasn’t in the mood to be poked, prodded, or manipulated. Not today.
“James really likes you,” he said finally, watching my reaction.
I kept my face neutral. “So he says.”
“I think he’s good for us,” Charles added. “A partnership with the Cartwrights would stabilize everything.”
“Mhm.”
“You know, if you play this right, you could—”