Delphinia sat cross-legged on the bed, staring out at the big room. She sighed and rubbed her temples. It was almost noon, and she hadn't stepped out of the bedroom since waking up. Her thoughts were spinning, going over how ridiculous her situation was.
This marriage wasn't just a bad idea—it was an outright catastrophe. But what could she do? She pressed her lips together, exhaling sharply.
"The hell with him and his annoying ways," she muttered aloud, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. Her hands gripped the edge of the mattress as she glared at the door. "Fifty million dollars? Tch, not like I can afford to pay that back."
A knowing smile spread across Delphinia's face as a thought crossed her mind. If Evander didn't want her out of this marriage, fine. She would stay, and not just stay—she was going to crush it. She'd make herself at home, enjoy the luxury, and let him taste the bitter irony of his own decisions.
