"Fine," Lucas said coldly. "But you have to agree-after we're married, you're not allowed to interfere with any of my decisions. And you're not going back to the Meyers. You'll live in our house, take care of my parents, and look after Claire and me." A maid brought over a prenup and placed it in front of me. Printed right at the top was this: [50% of the Meyers' total assets to be included as wedding gift to the Whitmores] I clenched my hands, refusing to sign. My eyes burned red as I glared at him. "Lucas! I'm not even marrying you!" Margot seized the moment and slapped me hard across the face. "Is this the kind of girl the great Meyers raised? To be disobedient and disrespectful to her future husband?! "Looks like someone needs to teach you proper manners before you embarrass the Whitmores after marriage. Don't worry, I'll do the job your parents clearly failed at." That day, I lost count of how many times I was slapped... How many times they forced my hand onto a contract... Before they let me go, they gave one final demand: At the engagement party, I was to wear a green dress. Because Margot and Claire would be wearing red. I couldn't help but find it absurd. ... The next day, at the engagement party. I showed up in a brand new red gown I had designed myself. My parents and the Morgans were inside, chatting with guests. I stood at the door to welcome more guests. Just before noon, the Whitmores made their grand entrance. Their clothes screamed for attention. Claire was latched onto Lucas's arm, wearing a vibrant red gown, while he wore black beside her-as if they were the very picture of a newly wed. Normally, Charles would be bowing and smiling to everyone.