"I don't care about the company!" Adrian roared, startling her. He was standing right in front of her now, his breathing heavy. "Let him leak it. Let the world know we started with a contract. I don't care about the shares, or the board, or Victor Thorne."
"A beautiful contract wife for a beautiful price," Victor sneered, showing her a digital copy of the agreement on his phone. A corrupt employee in Adrian's firm had leaked it. "How do you think the public will react when they find out your fairytale romance is nothing but a business transaction? Volkov's shares will plummet, and I will buy them for pennies." Matrimonio Por Contrato Con El Anastasia Lee (2...
The turning point came on a Tuesday in late autumn. Anastasia received a frantic call from the hospital. Her brother, Leo, had taken a turn for the worse. "I don't care about the company
The wedding was a grand, hollow affair. To the public and the relentless paparazzi, it was the union of the century—a merger of beauty and absolute power. Adrian played the doting husband perfectly in front of the cameras, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back. But the moment they stepped into the private limousine, his hand dropped, and the air turned to ice. Let the world know we started with a contract
"Walk away from him. Publicly humiliate him, state that he forced you into this, and I will keep this quiet and pay off your family's remaining debts. If you don't, I release this tomorrow morning."
"Your things have already been moved to the east wing of the estate," Adrian said without looking up from his tablet. "My schedule is demanding. You will be expected to accompany me to galas, charity events, and family dinners. Outside of that, we do not interfere in each other's lives." "Understood," Anastasia replied, looking out the window.
She picked up the pen and signed her name in elegant cursive.