PAPER WEDDING.

JASON.

She looked breathtaking in white. Her beauty struck me in ways I shouldn’t have let it. She was dressed as a bride, but here was the irony — this wasn't about love. It was something much darker, something twisted. It wasn't the usual happy ending for either of us. We were strangers, entering into an agreement. This wasn't marriage, this was a contract. It was business. My business.

“You're staring.” Ximena's voice cut in. “You haven't uttered a single word ...