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The $50 million lawsuit notice on my phone screen was a violent, pulsing red. My father's corporate espionage had finally caught up to us, and he was ready to throw me to the wolves to save his own skin. To survive, I signed a contract marriage with the predator himself-Alaric Hunter, the very man currently dismantling my family's legacy. But the moment we left City Hall, my father turned into a monster. He called the hospital and canceled the private care for my dying mother, moving her to a miserable state ward just to break my spirit for "disobeying" him. "I will find the money," I hissed, even as my throat threatened to close from the paralyzing stress. "You'll come crawling back when that monster dumps you!" my father roared, leaving me standing in the rain with nothing but a battered suitcase. My ex-boyfriend, the man who actually falsified the documents that framed me, mocked me from his Ferrari, while Alaric's own business rivals planted hidden cameras in our new penthouse to watch our every move. I was a legal shield, a corporate asset, and a target all at once. I didn't understand why Alaric was suddenly paying my mother's medical bills in secret or why he looked at me with such chilling intensity. Was I just a tool for his voting shares, or was he the only person in this city who actually wanted me safe? I looked at the files Alaric left on the marble counter, filled with evidence against everyone who had ever hurt me. I was done being the victim of a hostile takeover; it was time to show them what happens when a Hunter's wife decides to start hunting.
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Chapter 1 1
The words on the screen were red. Not just red, but a violent, glaring shade that seemed to pulse against the cracked glass of Grace's phone.
NOTICE OF INTENT TO SUE: KIRK GALLERY V. HUNTER CAPITAL. DAMAGES SOUGHT: $50 MILLION.
Grace Kirk stared at the legal document until the digits blurred. A wave of nausea rolled through her stomach, hot and acidic. She pressed her hand against the Formica table of the diner, feeling the sticky residue of maple syrup someone hadn't wiped away. It grounded her, just barely.
Her phone buzzed. The vibration against the table sounded like a drill in the quiet, mid-afternoon lull of the diner.
Dad: Collins Raymond just called. Hunter's lawyers are moving to freeze all your assets. You signed the acquisition papers, Grace. This falls on you. I have a way out, but you have to meet him. Now. Don't disappoint me, or we lose everything. I mean it, Grace.
The air in the diner suddenly felt too thin. Grace tried to form a word, a protest, but her throat closed up, the familiar paralysis taking hold. The pressure built behind her eyes. She wanted to scream. She wanted to throw the phone through the plate-glass window. Instead, she swallowed the bile rising in her throat and placed the phone face down.
The bell above the door jingled. A gust of wind cut through the stale smell of old coffee and frying grease.
Alaric Hunter walked in.
He didn't belong here. That was the first thing Grace's brain registered, even through the panic. He was too tall for the low ceilings, his shoulders too broad for the narrow aisle between the booths. He wore a dark bespoke suit, no logos, just fabric that looked heavy and matte. He looked clinical, not exhausted. There were no dark circles under his eyes, only a chilling intensity that seemed to belong in a boardroom where fortunes were dismantled, not a greasy spoon diner.
He scanned the room, his blue eyes sharp, dissecting the space with a cold efficiency that made Grace shiver. When his gaze landed on her, he paused.
Grace simply stared. She couldn't wave. Her limbs felt like lead.
Alaric approached the booth and slid into the seat opposite her. He moved with a fluid grace that seemed at odds with the cramped space. He didn't touch the table. He kept his hands in his lap, his posture rigid.
"You look like you're about to be deposed," Alaric said, his voice a low, dispassionate hum.
Grace opened her mouth, but only a dry click escaped. The selective mutism was a cage, and stress was the key that locked it.
"I see." He laughed, but it came out as a dry, humorless sound. "No matter. I prefer to do the talking. I have a proposition."
He leaned back, the vinyl of the booth creaking under his weight. He looked impatient. "Go on."
Grace slid her phone across the table, the screen still displaying her father's text. She then picked up a napkin and a pen, her hand shaking.
She wrote: What do you want?
Alaric glanced at the text, his expression unchanging. "Your father is a fool. He thinks he can negotiate his way out of corporate espionage. He can't." He pushed her phone back. "I, however, can offer you a solution."
For a second, the diner was silent. The hum of the refrigerator unit behind the counter seemed to stop. Alaric didn't blink. He stared at her, his expression unreadable, searching her face for any sign of weakness he could leverage.
"Excuse me?" His voice was low, a deep rumble that vibrated in the air between them.
Grace scribbled again, her words tumbling over each other in ink. You're suing me. Why would you help me?
"Because your legal predicament is an asset, and I am in the business of acquiring assets," Alaric said, his words precise and cold. "You need a legal shield. A firewall. My grandmother's trust stipulates that I must be married to unlock the final tranche of voting shares in Hunter Capital. A... legacy clause I find archaic, but necessary to bypass."
Grace's voice dropped. She looked down at her hands, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table. "So I become your wife. A legal barrier. My father gets his deal, and the lawsuit against me... is void?" The words came out in a strangled whisper, a Herculean effort that left her throat raw.
Alaric studied her. He saw the tremor in her fingers. He saw the desperation etched into the corners of her mouth. She was exactly what the risk assessment report had described: professionally credible, personally isolated, and easy to control.
In his pocket, his own phone vibrated. A text from his grandmother's lawyer. The trust remains locked until the marriage certificate is filed. You have 24 hours, Alaric.
Alaric reached into his jacket and pulled out a sheaf of documents, bound in blue. He smoothed it out on the table, pushing it toward him.
"This is a prenuptial agreement," he said. "It's a mutual aid agreement. We keep our finances separate. No shared debt. No expectations. In one year, we file for a no-fault divorce. You get your legal immunity; I get my shares."
Alaric looked down at the paper. The font was a crisp, legal typeface, the formatting impeccable. Clause 3: Financial Independence. Clause 7: Public Conduct. Clause 12: Non-Disclosure Agreement, penalty of one hundred million dollars.
"I will cover your housing," Alaric added, his voice flat. "It's a secure penthouse in Manhattan. You will be... protected there."
Alaric looked up. He had three penthouses in Manhattan alone. "You want to support me?" Grace wrote, a flicker of defiance in her eyes.
"I can't help with your company's debts," she whispered, the words costing her. "But the gallery archives... the research I have... it's valuable. I can help you, Alaric."
Something shifted in Alaric's chest. It was a strange, foreign sensation. He was used to people asking him for money, for favors, for access. No one had ever offered him data.
He leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, invading her personal space. The scent of expensive soap and rain filled her senses.
"Are you sure about this, Grace?" he asked softly. "Once you sign this, you become my problem."
Grace didn't flinch. She looked him dead in the eye. She wrote on the napkin, pressing so hard the pen tore the flimsy paper. As long as you have a pulse and your last name isn't on a subpoena, you're the solution, not the problem.
Alaric held her gaze for a long moment. Then, he reached for the Montblanc pen he produced from his jacket. He didn't hesitate. He signed his name at the bottom of the page in a sharp, aggressive scrawl.
Alaric Hunter.
Grace let out a breath she felt like she'd been holding for a week. Her shoulders slumped.
Alaric stood up. The diner felt even smaller now. "Let's go."
Grace blinked, looking up at him. "Go where?"
He checked the watch on his wrist-a Patek Philippe that Grace knew was authentic. "City Hall. You said you were in a hurry."
They walked out of the diner into the blinding afternoon sun. The noise of the city rushed back in-sirens, honking taxis, the low roar of millions of people fighting to survive.
"My car is around the corner," Alaric said abruptly. "Wait here."
He turned and walked around the corner before Grace could object. Once he was out of sight, tucked into the shadow of a brick alleyway, he pulled out a slim, encrypted phone.
He dialed a number.
"Marcus," he said, his voice dropping to a command. "Cancel the preliminary injunction against Kirk. Prepare the asset transfer documents under the spousal provision. I'm going to City Hall."
"Sir?" Marcus's voice cracked on the other end. "City Hall? Is there a permit issue?"
"No," Alaric said, watching a pigeon peck at a discarded crust of bread. "I'm getting married."
He hung up before Marcus could scream.
When he returned to Grace, he was followed by a sleek black Maybach that pulled silently to the curb. A driver held the door open.
"Ready?" he asked.
Grace nodded, clutching the legal agreement like a lifeline. "Ready."
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