THE BILLIONAIRE BABY BARGAIN

He bought my womb to save his empire. I sold it to save my brother. Broke med student Gabriella Ayala has 13 minutes to raise $2.3 million, or her little brother dies. Billionaire Damien Voss has 9 months to produce an heir, or he loses everything. His offer: marry him, carry his child, get $2 million. The rules are simple: no emotions. No touch. No love. Except Damien forgot to mention one thing: I'm already six weeks pregnant. With his twins. From a night I don't remember. Now I'm trapped in his Manhattan penthouse, wearing his ring, carrying his babies, and discovering the man the world calls heartless stayed up all night holding my hair back when I was sick. He says it's just business. Then why does he go feral when the press calls me a gold digger? Why does he look at my stomach like it's the only thing he's ever wanted? And why did someone just send me a photo proving Damien's family killed my father? The contract said no love. But the billionaire never plays by the rules.