Morning light poured across Felix's desk, catching on the scattered reports and sleek black notebook he'd barely touched.
But Felix wasn't focused on numbers or contracts this morning.
He leaned back in his leather chair, arms crossed, eyes narrowed slightly as he stared at the ceiling like it held the answers to the knot twisting in his chest.
His parents' words from the night before still echoed in his head.
A betrothal.
The word alone made his skin crawl.
He could still hear his father's careful voice, trying to pass it off as a suggestion.
He scoffed softly to himself, shaking his head. Legacy, sure. But what about love? What about choice?
The idea of being forced into something like that, tied to someone he didn't even know, made his stomach tighten. Especially now. Especially when his heart had already made its decision.
No—there was no way he'd let them interfere.
Not when he already had a plan.
