Lysa's mind reeled as Alexei's words sank in. She had signed a contract, all right, but she hadn't read the fine print. She had been too desperate, too trusting.
"Wait," she said, trying to backpedal. "I think there's been a misunderstanding. I didn't agree to...to be your wife."
Alexei chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Ah, but you did, Lysa. You signed it in black and white. You'll be my loving wife, my partner, my everything...for the next 12 months."
Lysa's eyes scanned the room, searching for an escape, but Alexei's men stood guard by the door. She was trapped.
"What do you want from me?" she asked, trying to reason with him.
Alexei's eyes gleamed with amusement. "I want what any man wants from his wife, Lysa. Your loyalty, your obedience...and your body."
Lysa's face flamed with shame and anger. She had made a terrible mistake, and now she was at the mercy of a ruthless mafia billionaire.