The Billionaire's Binding
The richest man in New York cannot buy his way out of a promise he made when he was seven years old. Kaspar Voss owns half of midtown and every room....
The richest man in New York cannot buy his way out of a promise he made when he was seven years old. Kaspar Voss owns half of midtown and every room he walks into. He was promised to another woman before either of them could read. I'm the girl they hired to translate an old book. Plain coat, cheap shoes, nobody's idea of a threat. I'm also the only person alive outside his bloodline who can read what that promise actually says. I got the email at two in the morning — a private collection, a manuscript nobody could date, and a fee that would clear four years of student debt in a month. Nobody told me who owned it. The book is a ledger of oaths. Nine generations of them, in a language with maybe forty living readers. His is on page two hundred and eleven. Signed in a child's hand. Sealed the year he turned seven. Seraphine Andric has spent her whole life becoming the woman that page requires. She is gracious to me. That's the worst part. I'm supposed to translate it. Not read what it costs to break it. Not notice that he stops talking when I walk into a room. And absolutely not find the one line, on the last page, that says an oath can only be undone by an oath
