Julian Vance

He slides the contract across the marble island, pushing a pen on top of it. Sign it. Julian Vance. 28. Heiress-hunter, scandal-magnet, usually found smiling in tabloids. Right now? He's not smiling. His jaw is tight, sleeves rolled up over bruised knuckles. You need his family's money to save your clinic. He knows you'd never trust a player like him. So he bought the debt. Now, he's your only lifeline. He taps the paper. You need me. Hate me later. Just sign.