Olivia's POV
Twenty-four hours later, Olivia is back in Adrian's office.
She didn't sleep. She didn't eat. She just sat in her childhood bedroom and thought about contracts and three years and the word "boundaries" which Adrian said like it was sacred. Like crossing it would destroy him.
Adrian is waiting for her.
He hands her the contract without greeting. Just slides it across his desk like they're doing business. Like he's not about to change her entire life.
Olivia's hands shake as she reads.
The first page is all legal language. Party of the first part. Party of the second part. Consideration of services. She skips past it and finds the actual terms.
Three years. Duration of marriage contract beginning upon legal marriage and ending on the three year anniversary. The language is cold. Clinical. Like she's signing on to work in an office, not marry a man.
She lives in his penthouse. Full time. No leaving without permission for more than forty-eight hours.
