five, Ivana's phone buzz

downstair

porters in the bullpen. Ever since the scene on the front steps that morning, t

coat and took the ele

oor the moment she approached. Ivana slid onto the leather seat, finding

ne rang shrilly in her purse. T

text popped up: You think you've won? You w

creen toward Adrian. "Your c

d, dismissive smirk. He reached over, took the phone from

d the intercom button connecting to the

ood, Mr.

rom adjacent parking bays, flanking the Maybach as

front of the Maybach. Without a moment's hesitation, the lead Escalade swerved hard, its heavy steel

eched. Met

les whitening as she watched the dis

elp?" she asked, he

," Adrian replied calmly, not even looking up fr

t a shiver down her spine. In Manhattan, Adrian W

oric stone steps of New York Cit

As her fingers touched his palm, his grip was warm, solid

scort in a tailored suit guided them through a private secu

A city clerk stood behind a polished desk, nervously adjusting h

s voice trembling slightly. "Everything is p

at the line

ace in the world without leaning on the Chase empire in Seattle. Now, sh

pen. Taking a steadying bre

her fingers, his signatur

um

own, embossing the state cr

a leather-bound folder containing their official marr

ternoon sun on the steps of City Hall, ho

untouchable, and now, legally bound to her entire existe

ger, and she had no idea wha