Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Sano had been able to consult with the best doctors to seek an explanation for what he was going through, but none of them had an answer. He had lost count of all the tests he had undergone to see if he was suffering from some unknown illness, but the results were all the same. There was nothing wrong with him. But even so...Sano believed otherwise.
There had to be something more about his dreams and those fake memories that plagued his mind. There just had to be.
And one day, he suddenly woke up—-
And he remembered everything.
Charlotte.
The End
She has two months to convince her billionaire boss to marry her.
Lukas Tsaldaris' contract with Heart's Match—-
One: Hire Betsy as his housekeeper.
Two: Make up his mind in two months.
Three: Will he marry her or not?
It was supposed to be that simple...
Until Betsy shows up in his home and isn't able to stop talking about her future husband.
What the—-
How did she not realize that Lukas and her future husband are one and the same?
About the Book
LUKAS WATCHED HER AS she worked. Charlotte had given him two months. Not weeks, and certainly not two days. He had two months to make up his mind. He had every reason to take things so slowly, but because he had always been a man of action as well as one whose impatience was legendary among the people who worked for and with him—-
I'll take my chances.
And with that, Lukas rose to his feet and placed his hands around her waist before whirling her around.
A gasp slipped past Betsy's lips when she suddenly found herself in her boss's arms. Silvery eyes blazed down at her, and the heat in his gaze burned through her flesh.
She was terrified all at once but also confused and shamefully turned on. "S-Sir?"
"Call me by my name."
The thickness of his tone made her gulp even as her heart pounded hard at his unexpected command. "I c-can't—-"
"You can," the billionaire urged.
"I m-mustn't—-"
"You have to."
Those words.
And that tone.
And the way his hands squeezed her waist so, so hard as he said them.
It was all too much, and Betsy wondered dazedly if she was dreaming again.
"You have no choice to do so. You need to get used to it—-"
Why did she not have a choice about calling him by his name?!
"—-once we're married."
The Rancher's Heir
with the Housekeeper
Chapter One
BETSY PINCHED HERSELF, and while this did hurt, it wasn’t enough. And so she pinched her one-year-old son’s cheeks next. Gently, of course.
D chortled in response, and her heart overflowed with happiness.
"You are just the cutest, my love," she couldn't help gushing, and D proved her words to be true as a semi-toothless smile broke over his lips.
Everyone she met had seen D as a burden, but for Betsy, he was the opposite. The moment she had given birth to D, it was as if time had stopped.
I get it, God, I get it, she remembered thinking dazedly to herself as she cradled her son against her for the first time.
When D’s father dumped her after finding out he had gotten her pregnant, it was as if her whole world had shattered.
But that was all in the past, Betsy reminded herself.
Today was a new beginning for both her and D, and she owed everything to God. She knew with all her heart that it had been no coincidence that a sudden afternoon rainshower had left her stranded at the bus stop, and Charlotte Carmichaels just happened to be driving by at that moment.
The other woman had offered to give them a ride, they had gotten to talking, and what once seemed a bleak future for Betsy and her son had suddenly been full of hope.
Awe filled Betsy as she gazed up at the eight-story apartment building in front of her. Its structure was reminiscent of Greek temples of old with its imposing Doric columns and exquisitely hand-carved pediment. It should've looked out of place in downtown San Antonio, but the luxurious residential establishment had won awards instead for turning itself into a modern architectural icon.
Only God, Betsy thought in wonder as she slowly ascended the marbled steps leading up to the lobby. Only God and no one else could have made this the workplace for someone as unqualified and undeserving as her.
Chapter Two
LUKAS KNEW SOMETHING had changed the moment he walked inside the lobby of his apartment building in San Antonio. This wasn’t the first time he had been away for over a week. But this was certainly the first time he had come home and had just about everyone smile at him like he was their all-year Santa Claus.
What the hell?
Even Conrad, whose expression was usually a mask of aloof courtesy, actually appeared human as he greeted Lukas.
“Welcome back, Mr. Tsaldaris.”
“Has anything happened recently?” the billionaire asked bluntly.
“If you could be more specific, Mr. Tsaldaris?”