Forced To Marry My Adoptive Sister

ibcage. She had agreed to the marriage in words, but her soul screamed in protest. How had it come

stal chandeliers mocking her. Everything around her-the wealth, the power-was su

ormed out of the study, her heels clicking

the gardens bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. This place h

errupted he

l bro

is hands casually tucked into his pockets. He looked annoyingly unboth

ms, her expression co

r. "You agreed to this arrangement, but you

am," she

s. "Then you should know, Celeste, t

d you should know that I don't d

e grace of a predator closing in on its prey. He stopped just a breath away

ld be interesti

rve her, how his mere presence sent a sharp jolt of awareness thro

orcing her voice to remain

sed a brow

ions beyond what's necessary to secure the inheritance. I don't car

s expression unreadable. "You think you

ust

n't quite a smile. "Very well. If that'

ement unsettled her more. "Good," she said, ev

e weeks. I'll have my assistant handle the details.

left before she would no longer be Celeste Amara Wicaksana, the inde

r over his shoulder. "You should prepare yourself, C

nto fists. "Neither

slightly, but he said n

out a slow,

rning

mind, heavy with a foreb