My chest tightened painfully. I didn’t want her to remind me. I didn’t need her to say it. The thought of Isabelle was enough.
“That might not be his signature.”
She scoffed again, like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Amara, he agreed to marry that woman—or else give up part of his company shares. And let’s just say, for argument’s sake, that he actually chooses to give up his shares—do you really think his parents are going to sit back quietly and let that happen?”
I remained silent, my lips pressed into a tight line, because honestly, I didn’t have an answer. I didn’t know what to say that wouldn’t sound naive or hopelessly idealistic.
Soya took my silence as fuel and kept going. “Did you not hear what that woman said about her family? They’re dangerous, Amara. Not just s
