Betty's POV

The gates closed behind me, but the dread in my chest didn’t leave with them. Whatever the Orlovs were hiding… It was already too late because I was already tangled in this mess.

Ivan didn't go in immediately; he stood at the main entrance, looking a bit dazed, staring at the car until it disappeared beyond the gates. His stare made me feel uncomfortable, why did he agree to this marriage despite having skeletons under his bed?

A cold smile curled up my lips, and I leaned ...