All those years as childhood sweethearts, and they meant nothing next to some two-faced little act? Elodie ended up marrying Damian for one reason only. The woman he truly loved was in danger, and the marriage was a compromise, a last resort that had nothing to do with wanting her. For three years, she stuck to their contract marriage. For three years, she held on while he walked in and out of every door with another woman on his arm, the two of them the picture of a perfect couple. When her grandmother fell gravely ill, she had nowhere else to turn—she went to him. "50 million for my freedom and we'll call it even." For the sake of her grandmother and her own future without chains, Elodie took the money without hesitation. "We're done, Damian. From now on, we're strangers." She left, and he panicked. He watched all those admirers buzzing around her, and he couldn't take it. He was desperate. "Baby, come back. I'll give you everything. The money, the power, me. You can have it all."