Amelia barely slept.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the strange words that had appeared beneath Adrian Vale’s signature.
She must never remember.
But when she checked the contract again that night, the words were nowhere to be found.
By eight the next morning, a black car was waiting outside her mother's house.
Amelia stepped outside wearing a simple cream dress. She had expected to feel nervous about becoming a bride, but nervous wasn't the right word.
She felt terrified.
The driver opened the door.
“Mr. Vale asked me to bring you to the hotel.”
“Hotel?”
“The wedding is there.”
Of course it was.
Everything about Adrian Vale seemed excessive.
When Amelia arrived, a woman immediately took her upstairs to a private suite. Within an hour, she was dressed in an elegant white gown that fit perfectly.
Amelia stared at herself in the mirror.
She looked like a...