Aurora's POV. 17.
"Luther... it's money that I want" My voice was shaky, barely a whisper.
It was as if the words turned to dust on my tongue..
He was still gripping the bathroom door handle, back to me. I couldn't read him. Would he even consider it? My heart hammered against my ribs. This whole plan felt flimsy, desperate.
He finally turned, his voice was rough, demanding. "How much?"
I rushed it out, before I could chicken out. "One hundred million." My voice sounded too sharp, too greedy. I tried to sound confident, but I was anything but.
His eyebrows furrowed. "One hundred what?"
He let go of the door and turned to face me fully. A wave of heat washed over me, but it was mixed with dread.
One hundred million... it was a ridiculous amount. But he had it. He was worth more th
