Purchased By The Billionaire

Purchased By The Billionaire
HELEN BIANCHIN

Kayla removed Spanish billionaire Duardo Alvarez's wedding ring after just seventy-two hours of marriage. But now desperate circumstances have forced Kayla to beg her ex-husband for help. Duardo's price is high: marry him again, or he'll walk away.A trophy wife by day and Duardo's mistress by night, Kayla discovers her "duty" marriage is as passionate as ever…

Purchased by the Billionaire

Helen Bianchin

CONTENTS

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER ONE

‘YOU did…what?’

Kayla’s features paled as consternation meshed with disbelief, then magnified into a sense of dread.

‘You think it was easy for me to go to Duardo Alvarez and beg?’ Defensive anger rose to the surface, and something else…rage.

Jacob’s words fell with hammer-like pain, and for a few brief seconds she hovered between retaliatory anger and despair.

Duardo Alvarez.

The mention of his name was enough to send ice slithering down the length of her spine.

Bad boy made good, now billionaire entrepreneur with homes in several major cities around the world.

Her ex-husband…and the last person on earth likely to help her, or her brother.

‘Why in hell would you do that?’

‘I had no choice!’ Jacob’s expression revealed a torment that twisted her stomach muscles into a painful ball.

Oh, dear God.

The last time she’d seen her ex-husband had been at her father’s funeral. A deeply sorrowful occasion with few genuine mourners, several curiosity-seekers…and she’d been too stunned with shocked grief to do anything other than act on autopilot.

She hadn’t had contact with Duardo since. Didn’t want any.

‘Dammit, Jacob! How could you?’

He didn’t answer. But then he had no need.

And right now there was no time for further argument or castigation. In nine minutes she had to catch a train into the city. Or be late.

Kayla caught up her jacket, slung the strap of her bag over one shoulder and turned towards him. ‘We’ll continue this discussion later.’

Jacob offered a slip of paper. ‘Duardo’s number. Call him by midday.’

Hell would freeze over first.

‘Please.’ Jacob’s eyes were dark, desperate, and she pocketed the number.

‘You ask too much.’ Way too much. More than she could give.

Without a further word she left the small two-bedroom walk-up for the hard inner-city pavement in one of the city’s less salubrious suburbs. Old terraced houses lined the street, each in various stages of decay and neglect.

A far cry from her former life.

Five years ago the Enright-Smythe family had numbered high among Sydney’s rich and famous. Kayla, at twenty-two, held a degree in business management and had took out a handsome salary for a token position in the ‘firm’.

A member of the ‘young social-set’, she attended every party in town, spent an outrageous sum on clothes, travelled, and was seen on the arm of a different man every week.

Until Duardo Alvarez entered the field.

In his mid-thirties and cloaked in sophistication, on the rise within the city’s financial sector, his youthful past hinted at association with the shady underbelly of NewYork.

He was everything Kayla’s parents didn’t want for their only daughter.

All the more reason, in her year of tilting at windmills, coupled with boredom, for deliberately setting Duardo in her sights.

He excited her. So, too, did a sense of the forbidden. Winning him over became a game. Holding him off took enormous self-restraint. She succeeded, and in a moment of sheer madness she accepted his proposal to fly to Hawaii and marry him.

Seventy-two hours later the marriage was over.