They were to be married in a manner befitting their public personas, and within one month of signing the agreement. In addition, to remain in good standing with the terms, their union was to last no less than until the twins turned five.
Essentially, six years of her life shackled to an insufferable asshole. She couldn’t help but wonder if her fate wouldn’t have had better odds with the snort-nosed doctor and his sky-high IQ. Her kids growing up around someone like Logan Pierce and his raucous crew? It would be a certified horror show.
And yet, none of that registered as a real problem—in the face of what came next under that section.
“Expectation of Conjugal Relations,” she read aloud, her voice dipping with unease.
The parties expressly acknowledge that regular, exclusive, and enthus
