Orion's POV
Ethan's words lingered like poison, spreading through my veins and reminding me that there were more eyes on my every move than I could afford to ignore.
Who could have thought I’ll be right back to the same position I tried fleeing from years back? I should have stayed back and fought. I should have made sure this matter was closed entirely, but I didn’t and now, we’re back to the topic.
A wedding. The idea was laughable, a desperate show meant to silence the board’s whispers and quell their meddling. But if this was the price of keeping them in line, I’d do it—at least on the surface.
I think it's time to honor my father's dying wish. Getting to my ex-fiancée. Or rather, getting married to his widow.
I glanced at Chloe, who had retreated to her own corner of the room as the meeting emptied out. Her eyes, cold and calculating, followed me. She wouldn’t like this. Not even one bit but it has to be done. Just for the sake of these people.