The next morning, my phone erupted with a chorus of missed calls, urgent messages and dozens of notifications.
“Are you up yet?”
Racheal's voice blasted through the speaker with urgency.
“You need to get online now!”
“Racheal what_”I trailed off.
“Avery, just get online,” Racheal insisted.
Reluctantly, I slid my finger across the screen and opened the social feeds. My breath hitched in my throat as I saw what was trending.
“Content of the popular Billionaire's marriage”
“Ethan Blackwood's contract marriage to avery pierce”
I tapped on the document and it looked legitimate enough, like a marriage document or a contract laid bare for everyone to inspect.
I immediately reached out to shake Ethan awake.
“What's wrong?” he mumbled with a thick voice.
“Wake up! You need to see this”
