Ariana blinked rapidly, trying to process what he had just said.
‘A marriage contract?’ Her stomach twisted in discomfort.
“What do you mean, a contract? Why do we need a contract?” She asked, her voice staying sharp. “We already agreed, Mr Blackthorn. Is that not enough?”
Vincent gave a low, humorless scoff, shaking his head. “I cannot trust you, Miss Blake. I already said that. Promises can be broken. Especially from…people like you.” He eyes her from head to toe, as though assessing property of his.
His choice of words didn’t sit well with Ariana but, she chose to remain silent.
“I don’t do ‘promises’ Miss Blake?” He finished and smoothly opened the brown envelope. Then, he drew out a thick stack of papers that had been clipped together nearly. Ariana felt her pulse quicken as he p
