Anna’s eyes widened as she stared at Vincenzo, her mind struggling to process what she’d just heard.

"What?" The word came out before she could stop it.

"You heard me," Vincenzo growled.

"I… I don’t understand, Boss," Anna said, shaking her head.

“This is a marriage contract,” Vincenzo said, tapping the black folder with a single finger.

“Once you sign it, we’ll be officially married.”

“Married? You mean… I would be your wife?” Anna whispered, the words foreign and ...