“This Marriage Means Nothing to Me,” the Mafia Boss Coldly Declared—Then He Couldn’t Stop Loving Her
PART 1 The contract was eleven pages. Lena Voss had read all eleven pages three times, which was how she read contracts — three passes, each with a different question: first for what it said, second for what it didn’t say, third for what it assumed. The contract said: a marriage of professional convenience, duration…
