Anastasia stormed out of the restaurant, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, shock, and a simmering panic that made her hands tremble. Dante's parting words echoed in her head like a warning bell.
"The next time we meet, you'll be signing your name to be my wife."
What the hell did that even mean?
Her heart pounded as she stepped outside into the cool night air, wrapping her arms around herself. She felt exposed, like Dante had unraveled something inside her that she had buried long ago.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
The blind date had been meant as a sabotage—a clever little scheme she and Caroline had cooked up. A plan to humiliate Theodore fucking Belmont and put an end to the ridiculous wedding her father had arranged. And yet, somehow, Theodore had vanished, only to be replaced by the one man she never wanted to see again.
Dante Alexander Montgomery.
The ex she had spent years trying to forget.
