**Megan’s POV**

The courthouse was cold, all marble and echoes, like a tomb for my freedom. The judge’s voice droned, binding me to Alexander Zeus, my new husband.

The dress he’d bought wasn’t some cheap rag, it was silk, white, hugging my curves, dipping low at my chest, making me feel exposed, desired. His hazel eyes burned into me as I signed the marriage license, his lips twitching with that smug smirk.

No guests, just Marcus, the lawyer, watching like a hawk. My heart ...