CHAPTER 173
ROMEO POV
"What's this, babe?" Marina asked, her fingers hovering over the thick leather folder i had placed on the desk, Antonio forgotten in the background.
"You've been staring at it like it's the Holy Grail." I leaned back, letting one hand rest idly on her waist.
"It's our future, Marina," I said, my voice perfected in manipulation. The leather folder on my desk looked innocent enough
To the untrained eye, it was a standard pre-marital asset agreement—a boring, bureaucratic necessity of joining two Great Houses.
I'd had the original Valeros cover closed with a plain, slate-grey binding. The true document, bearing the ancient red wax seal of her father's sovereignty, was hidden beneath the second page of mundane clauses.
Marina didn't even look at the fine print. She was too busy looking at me. She shifted on my lap, her silk robe sliding provocatively against my trousers.
