Page 85 of Legacy
Once. Twice.
That’s not what I planned for.
No smirk. No sarcasm. Just raw honesty.
And I hate how it slides under my skin like a blade.
I take another sip, slower this time.
Butthe alcohol doesn’t help.
It goes straight to my spine and my mouth betrays me.
“So what—you force a marriage because we had a week-long fling five years ago?” I lift my brows. “That’s a little obsessive. Even for you.”
He doesn’t smile. Doesn’t blink.
“I didn’tarrangethe marriage to relive the week, Adriana,“ he says voice low, clipped. “I arranged it because I couldn’t forget you.”
My stomach dips.
“Cute,” I fire back, heat rising in my chest. “But if you think I’ll be warming your bed just because we’re married on paper, you picked the wrong woman.”
The moment it leaves my mouth, I know I’ve said too much.
His expression shifts—like storm clouds over glass towers.
“I see,” he murmurs.
He lifts his wine for the first time, sets it down untouched.
Then leans forward, elbows braced on his knees.
“Then for a lawyer… you didn’t read clearly enough.”
My spine snaps straight.
“Excuse me?”
“Page sixteen,” he says, voice like a knife unsheathing. “Section four. Paragraph two.”
I blink.
“The section on consummation.”
His tone is casual now. A dagger disguised as calm.
“It’s necessary to keep the marriage valid. Otherwise—” He leans back again, ice in every inch of his posture. “You forfeit the jewel sector to me.”
The glass slips in my hand. I catch it before it falls.
No.
No, that can’t be—
“You’re lying,” I breathe.
“Am I?” He shrugs. “Read it again.”
