“They want control.”
“Of the company?”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
“I still have it.”
That part was clear.
“So where do I fit into this?” I asked.
He set the glass down.
“Inheritance laws,” he said.
It took a second to connect.
Then it hit.
“You married me to—what? Change who gets what?”
“To protect it,” he corrected.
“From your own family?”
“Yes.”
That landed harder than I expected.
“And me?” I asked quietly. “What happens to me in this ‘protection’ plan?”
He didn’t look away.
“You’re the only variable they didn’t account for.”
That wasn’t comforting.
“That makes me a target.”
“It makes you important.”
“Those are not the same thing,” I said.
“No,” he agreed. “But right now, they overlap.”
I let out a slow breath, trying to steady the sudden rush of thoughts.
“This isn’t what I agreed to.”
