"What?" I stammered. "No, I can't stay in your room. If I don’t get my own room, I won't agree to this anymore."
Ivan smirked and moved closer to me. "Who’s talking about an agreement here?" He lifted his phone and played a video of a drunken me agreeing to marry him. "That’s the only agreement I need."
A chill ran down my spine. The video made it clear he had leverage over me, and a growing suspicion that he had orchestrated the entire scene to blackmail me took hold.
Before I could fully process my thoughts, Ivan was right in front of me. His hand reached up and gently cupped my jaw, forcing me to look directly at him. "I want you next to me, Veronica," he said softly, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that was both unsettling and mesmerizing. "That’s why I proposed to you.
