"You're not signing that contract."
Priscillia’s voice was tensed as she grabbed my wrist, her grip tighter than necessary. The moment we stepped out of the restaurant, she spun to face me, her brown eyes burning with determination.
I took a deep breath. “Priscillia—”
“No.” She cut me off, shaking her head. “Ava, you can’t do this. You can’t just let that woman dictate your life like this.”
I looked away, my mind spinning with everything Jessica had said inside. The contract. The threats. The way she smirked, knowing she had already won.
“If I don’t,” I said, whispering. “she’ll come after you.”
Priscillia froze.
“You heard her,” I continued. “She doesn’t care if it’s me or you, as long as someone from our family is bound to hers. If I refuse, she’ll drag you into this instead. Do y
