Page 59 of Vows In Corruption

“There isn’t.” I bow my head, in defeat. “It’s either get married, or give up the chance of being CEO. There’s no in between.”

Elliot comes up next to me, and for a second I know what Ella was saying this morning. He does look like me. “So I’ll ask again. What now?”

What now. I don’t know, but I do know one thing.

“I’m not going to give up becoming CEO.” I’ve worked this hard to get this title, I’m not going to give up so easily just because of a stupid clause.

“So you’re going to hire a random chick off the street and pay her to marry you?”

A noise from the other side of the room, take my attention away from Elliot and goes straight to Ella.

She let out a scoff as if she can’t believe that what Elliot just said was even a suggestion, but right now it’s all that we have.

What if that wasn’t the only choice though? What if there was someone else that I approach with a proposition that will give us both what we want. What we need.

Someone like Ella?

Someone exactly like Ella.

She isn’t a stranger, and I already have an attraction to her that I’m not able to explain. The kiss that we shared earlier this week still replays in my head at all times.

It wouldn’t be unheard of for someone to marry their assistant.

The woman in question looks up and meets my gaze.

A small blush crawling up to her face as words leave her plush mouth. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because you’re the answer to all of this.”

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ELLA

“Answer? What do you mean I’m the answer?”

No way is he suggestion what I think he’s suggesting. I’m all for helping out my boss, but if he is asking what I think he is, this is going to be a hard no.

Bennett doesn’t answer, he just continues to look at me like I’m a prized procession or something.

“If you are suggesting that I marry you just for you to get a stupid title the answer is no.”

“Ella.”

I start shacking my head before he is able to say anything else. “No, I’m not going to marry you.”

“It would be beneficial for both of us.”

A snort leaves me and I can’t help but to roll my eyes. “Beneficial. You get a CEO title and to run your family’s company, and what do I get? You damn last name?”

“No,” he lets out, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Then how is it going to be beneficial?”

“You’d get whatever you want. Money, property, anything.”

My eyes go wide at the same time that my mouth pops open.

He’d give me anything I wanted if I’d marry him? Who offers that?

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