She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died.

"I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?"
Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?"
Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?"
Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?"
"I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate.

Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked.
"I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured.
Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face.
"I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?"
She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat.
Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

Domineering Billionaire Husband: Please Love Me Gently

Joyce walked over to where Crystal and Nathan were seated. She looked over the table and out their window and then at Crystal. ��Well, well, well,�� she said. ��Since when can just anyone get a table at Air Cosme?�� She turned to the manager, ��I want this table. You can ask them to leave. I will pay double for everything I ordered.


The manager sighed and said, ��I'm afraid that is not the way we operate here. As long as Mr. Davis is here, this is his table.��


��No,�� Joyce whined. ��I want this table!��


She stomped her feet.�� I want it! ��I want it! I want it!


Suddenly, Carlos grabbed Joyce's arm. His face was red, ��Let's eat somewhere else,�� he said. ��You're causing a scene, and it's embarrassing.��


Joyce turned to Carlos and said, ��Shut up.�� Then she sat down in the empty chair next to Crystal. She looked across the table at Nathan. ��Hello, Mr. Davis. Since we are all acquaintances, do you mind if we share a table?��


Chapter 40: Call Your Boss