Ariana finally picked up the pen and signed the contract.

“Do you want me to be your lover or your wife?" she asked as she pushed the contract back across the table. Her head was tilted and she had a look of innocent expectation in her eyes.

After examining Ariana, he sneered.

“It depends on your performance," he said, reaching over the table and pinching her chin, hard.

His cold finger stroked her lips and she trembled slightly under his touch.