A Marriage Under Contract
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Tower's gleaming lobby, I hold the battered handbag strap as though it were the only solid object in my life. The hum of vital conversations around me
riches, power, dominance everywhere. Every instinct I have drives me to dash to grab Ethan and vanish. But there is nowhere left to go. There are less plambiguous language. This is not a marriage in any sense, not one motivated by even convenience or affection. It's a b
ne voice piercing and exac
tting black dress whose features match h
am being guided toward my execution. The pit in my gut gets deeper as the elevator doors slide close with a gentle, mechanical hum. Men like Adrian Black
he city extends broad and apathetic far beyond the window. It seems like the life I
oman knocks once, opens them without waiting for a
He is suffocating; towering, broad, his dark suit fits his shape exactly. His piercing, icy eyes evaluate me with
is voice lacking warmth
t stop my hands from shaking. His eyes again darted over me, evaluating, computing. I detest the way
ontract," he adds, his voic
a nod. A
p what's expe
ds stuck in my throat
m not sure whether he's just savoring his current control over me or w
down across from me and his face is
ically. I am acting for him in all I do. But it is difficult to breathe
on. "In our arrangement, appearances are key, hence you should successfully play
ore like a puppet w
g for a real marriage," with eyes never leaving mine.
though I have a shiver dow
relentless. "We will notify you of the participati
as my stomach turns a
ckwood." His tone is decisive, therefore
leave his office. There is no marriage here. One is in a cage.
ything to keep Ethan safe-even if it means s
the little room, naive and pure, totally ignorant of the storm building around us. Thinki
ll I have done-for him-has been? He is young enough not to know. To
shing a tear off my cheek. I picked t
y grasp is Adrian Blackwood. Walking into his world, I thought I could endure and that I could shield Ethan. But just ho
ave done will fall
et that al
. My pulse leaps into my throat. Nobody shows up here at this hour. I
d turns
its a man I believed I had left
with Adrian Blackwood seems