“Marry you?”

I repeated his words, my voice barely above a breath. He just stared at me. Unblinking, unmoving, completely unreadable. It felt like a jolt of electricity shot straight through me. My brain literally froze.

Where did that come from?

Who possessed him?

Was this really the Terrence Montemayor standing in front of me?

The last thing I ever heard from this man was “5 million for five months of being mine.” And now, a marriage?

“Why? You don’t want to?” he asked, ...