The day my dad told me he had arranged a marriage for me was the best day of my life.
I did not know it at the time. At the time, "I've arranged for you to marry Landon Campbell," were the most terrifying words of my life. I did not know who this Campbell guy was, and he certainly did not know me. Even still, those eight simple words also gave me hope. Anything was better than staying with my father--even a marriage formed from blackmail, secrets, and lies.
Connor Robinson thinks he has won know that he has got me trapped in a marriage with his wisp of a daughter. Granted, he did manage a solid contract that I do not see a way out of anytime soon. A baby! My goodness, not only that, but a son! What is this, eighteenth century England? Who requires a baby as a stipulation for divorce? He will win this battle, but it will be a cold day in hell before he ever sees a dime of my money. My companies will still run strong, and my name is still valuable. If he thinks he can use his daughter to get to me, he has got another thing coming. I will win in the war in the end.