Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

"Speak," he said, his voice cold as if it were wrapped in ice and snow.

"Please, Morris, help the Stewart family through this tough time," Ashley pleaded, her voice trembling. She didn't know why, but her pride seemed to slip away in his presence. It was like she was a little frog trying to hold a conversation with an untouchable swan soaring high above.

She felt so small.

After a long pause, he asked, "Do you know why the Stewart family is being targeted?"

Ashley's face turned pale. She had overheard her grandfather and Nathalie whispering and had pieced together that Nathan was out for revenge against the Stewarts to right some wrong done to Nathalie. But this was family dirt, and Ashley was determined to keep it under wraps, especially from this man who seemed to have it all. She couldn't bear the thought of him knowing such unsavory details about her past. It would only make her feel even less deserving of him.

"I don't know," she whispered.

He turned slightly, letting her catch a glimpse of a face that might as well have been sculpted from marble -lean, strong, and impossibly handsome.

"On the verge of bankruptcy and you don't know why?" he said, his tone a mix of mockery and teasing. Ashley's cheeks flushed. "Morris, will you help me?"

He took his time before replying, "I'll help you three times, no strings attached. After that, you're on your own."

flicker of disappointment in her

was his

was treating their relationship like a business deal, only offering help

grateful he was willing

But...

but wonder how this man, sitting in a wheelchair and unknown to the world,

all?" he

paused, then

can go," he said, his voice smooth yet

long

for any plastic surgeon-and the

the room, careful not to

she lingered,

with his disability and slightly hollow cheeks, the man inside seemed flawless in every other way. He was smart, good-looking, and carried himself with such poise. His votee was like