Diana’s POV

The wedding was finally over, and I was left alone with Raphael in the limo. The atmosphere felt awkward—I couldn't even look him straight in the eyes, not after the PDA he pulled.

Just in case you don’t know, PDA means public display of affection.

Raphael had a triumphant smile on his face.

Why was he smiling?

Everybody now knew our marriage was a contract. Shouldn't he be worried or at least pretend to be?

I, for one, was damn worried. The way Marcel read out the ...