All throughout the ride, Lillian was dreading what was going to happen. Her hands were sweaty and she was perspiring out of nervousness. Lucas' men had been stalking her throughout the two weeks and there was no way she could escape them. She knew very well that he put them on her tail to make sure she would not back out on their deal.
Her phone pinged. She shakily opened the message inbox.
"The agreement will be signed today," Thomas, the consigliere, wrote.
Lillian gripped her phone tightly, feeling disgusted at herself. She was going to marry a criminal. The man must have killed hundreds of people with his bare hands without any mercy. The dreams she had of marrying a good person who would love her with his heart had shattered to pieces in front of her very eyes and was replaced by fear.
How could a relationship built on fear last?
