But just as happiness seemed within reach, Adrian's past came back to haunt them.
"You handled the board members well tonight," he remarked, leaning against the desk. "They are not an easy crowd."
That night, the boundaries of the contract blurred. Adrian stayed at the hospital with her, drinking terrible vending machine coffee and listening to her talk about her childhood. She saw a side of him he kept hidden from the world—a protective, caring man buried under layers of corporate armor. Chapter 4: The Threat Matrimonio Por Contrato Con El Anastasia Lee (2...
"My brother... I'm sorry, I didn't think to call," she whispered, exhausted and overwhelmed. The stress of the day finally caught up to her, and tears began to stream down her face.
The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, mirroring the storm brewing inside Anastasia Lee’s chest. She stared at the thick, cream-colored document sitting on the mahogany desk. But just as happiness seemed within reach, Adrian's
"And my freedom after twenty-four months?" she asked, her voice steady despite the tremor in her hands.
He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. His thumbs gently brushed away a tear that had escaped her eye. Adrian stayed at the hospital with her, drinking
"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."