Penelope’s POV:
A hidden clause. A part of our marriage contract that for whatever reason I didn’t notice.
Either I overlooked it, or he fabricated it.
I have to give it to Charles. He’s a snake. And he’s f*****g good at it.
“Princess, hey, talk to me. What did he say?”
I turn off my screen and face Vincent. “You know your brother, he’s pissed and threatening hell.”
Vincent frowns. His eyes scan my face for any sign of a lie. He won’t find any.
“Erm Miss Verdant?” Baron calls. He takes out a business card and hands it to me. “I have a proposition for you. You have an eye for art, right?”
“Yes, I used to. But I won’t say I’m the best right now,”
He waves dismissively. “Tomorrow, are you free? I’d like for us to discuss certain…matters.”
“Discuss?”
He gestures to the fake pain
