Married to the billionaire for revenge

~Unknown POV ~

The cameras flashed like lightning as Travis Walker's Maserati rolled up to the front of the glass built skyscraper, with the inscription, Walker industries. Reporters pressed against the barricades, shouting his name, questions rolling over one another.

He stepped out of the car, tall, broad-shouldered, face emotionless, every inch dripping with aura. His tailored suit caught the light, his polished shoes hitting the pavement with purpose. He didn't rush. Travis Walker never rushed.

"Mr. Walker, is it true you're buying out Thompson Steel?"

"Travis, how do you respond to the fraud allegations?"

"Are the rumors about your marriage to Ms. Baker true?"

The questions came like daggers, but he was used to reporters swarming him like flies on a carcass.

The last question brought a sly smirk to his lips, he had leaked that little information, now there was no turning back... especially for the Baker's. He was one step ahead of them now.

He adjusted his wristwatch with a flick of his wrist, and continued walking. The bodyguards around him formed a protective wall, as he walked into the building.

Inside the lobby, the chaos dissolved into polished marble and hushed voices. Employees greeted him with careful nods, their eyes darting away as quickly as they landed on him.

He moved elegantly with each perfect stride towards the elevator with his men on his trail. He walked into the conference room on the 48th floor. Men in suits rose as he walked in.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's get into business" he said taking his sit at the head of the table.

A woman dress in a navy suit stood and walked towards the large screen at the other end of the table. A chart emerge on the screen as she begins her analysis.

"As you can see..."

"Those numbers are worthless now." he said casually cutting her off while silence hung in the air like dread.

"Our numbers are the same as before sir..." She said eyes darting nervously from the directors and board members at the table then to Travis Walker.

"The market doesn't just care about numbers...it cares about who's standing behind them." he said with a smug look on his face throwing deadly glares at the men on the table.

The tension was high, the board members at the conference table shift nervously in their sits as the mumbled words to each other.

"We understand your concerns, Mr. Walker..."

"My concerns?" He gave a dry chuckle, cold more of a warning than amusement.

"Perhaps that was the wrong phrasing," the man stumbled. "What I mean is, while settling down might reassure the shareholders, marrying the Bakers daughter, especially in the wake of their scandal, could damage the company's reputation" he added, the rest of the board members nodded their head in agreement.

"Mr. Smith, I do not appreciate your concerns about my personal life...rather put your energy into making sure it doesn't become a scandal." His fist curled into a ball as his spat the words out, his voice laced with venom.

Murmurs filled the room, and silence followed as he stood.

"That will be all," he said flatly and stood his jaw tightened, he walked out without waiting for a response.

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Travis stormed out of the board meeting with his jaw tightened. How dare they question his authority? After all these years of carrying the company on his shoulders, of making decisions no one else had the guts to make, they still treated him like a placeholder. The seat of power had never truly been his. But now, with everything so close, with ownership finally within reach, they thought they could dictate terms to him.

Not a chance

He needed to act fast. Get the marriage arrangement finalized, secure his position, and silence every whisper of doubt. Once he claimed the title that was rightfully his, no one would dare stand against him.

"Mr. Walker..." His secretary's voice broke through the storm of his thoughts.

He didn't even look at her. With a sharp wave of his hand, he dismissed whatever she had to say and strode into his office.

But he stopped in his tracks.

Someone was waiting inside.

Seated across from his desk, arms folded, was Camilla Baker.

"Look who we have here," Travis said, tone dry, almost amused. He crossed the room and sat opposite her, his eyes scanning her jeans, white shirt, the ponytail, the casual bag dangling off her shoulder. He almost smirked. If she thought showing up dressed like that would make him lose interest, then she'd better try harder.

"What is it you actually want from me?" she asked, voice low but steady. She leaned back in the chair as if staring down a mafia don.

He studied her in silence taken aback by her question, he knew she was bold but he wasn't expecting a confrontation.

"Wrong question, Ms. Baker."

"Excuse me?" Her lashes flickered in surprise.

"You should be asking what I'm offering you."

She gave a dry laugh. "Offering me? I didn't ask for your help."

"I'm not forcing you into this," he said coolly. "But we both know who'd lose more if you refused."

Her jaw tightened. He was right and she hated that he knew it, but she wasn't giving it without knowing what she was in for.

"Men like you don't offer things without something in return. There's always a price..."

He leaned back, eyes fixed on her."You're my price, Camilla Baker"

Her brows knit. "Why me? You could have any woman. Dozens of them would do whatever you asked. Or is this some twisted way to get back at me?"

"What?! Get back at you for what?" His brows furrowed in genuine confusion for the first time.

Her glare sharpened "Now you're playing dumb,you really don't remember the airport... arrogant coffee slinging jerk" she tapped on the table continuously as if counting the seconds it'll take for him to remember.

Realization hit him after a few seconds, he shot back into loud raps of mocking laughter "Unbelievable!"

"The feisty girl charging through the airport like a bulldozer, never in a million times would i think of seeing you again." a sly smirk played on his lips as he remembered her expression as the hot coffee burned her skin. His eyes dropped on her chest where the coffee had spilled but this time it was covered with her shirt.

Her face turned crimson while she threw him a deadly glare.

"But let's be clear," he said, the laughter gone as fast as it came. His voice was cold, expression unreadable. "This is a marriage of convenience. I get my inheritance. You save your family's reputation. Nothing more, nothing less."

Camilla steadied herself, slid a file which had been sitting unoticed on the desk across to him. "This is my side of the contract. I won't be your puppet. You need me as much as I need you."

Travis's eyes flicked through the pages. A small smile touched his lips, though his face stayed blank and cold. She had fire. He liked that more than he should.

"Your demands are... unique." He signed without hesitation, then set the pen down.

She picked up her copy and stood to leave. His voice stopped her at the door.

"He's quite a man, your ex. Leaving you at the altar like that. Your family must be wrecked."

Her spine stiffened. "That's none of your goddamn business."

"Oh, it's very much my business now," Travis said, eyes locked on hers. "Because I'm the man you'll be marrying."

Camilla shuddered at the intensity of his gaze, stormed out slamming the door behind her.