reached her Brooklyn studio was pull

om the penthouse garage as dawn broke over the city, her weddi

sanctuary. But today it felt different. Small

ng table, pen in hand

ossibly small print at the bottom. The image was burned into her mind like a brand.

yes had s

otographic memory. Kianna had never though

the only weapo

gan to

Routine paperwork. Just sign here, and here. He had made it sound so perfunctory. But the fine print told a different story. A lock-in clause that bound her to the

ent was something far worse-an addendum t

and called the best divo

king the Statue of Liberty. Mr. Smith, a man with kind eyes and a five-tho

ting down the pad. "This is an adde

now. I want to know

self is a separate document you signed before the wedd

a formality to protect Julian's assets. "Every Harrison bride signs one, de

ed. "For three years, neither party can file for divorce without incurring c

oom t

e hollow. "On our wedding night. He handed me a paper, told me

as the opposite. This document ensures you ca

him. "Why woul

k. And a wife who walks away freely can talk to the press, write a memoir, sell company secrets. But a wife locked into a contrac

drain from her face. S

s a ho

e in a daze. Wall Street ro

e buzzed

lanned this from the start. You made me th

sign." His voice was smooth, almost amused. "D

to h

n, and you will play it convincingly. Or I will dismantle your life

ne wen

tone buzzing in her ear. The city she had dr

er spine. Wiped her eye

wanted a war, she