Beauty's face flushed crimson with anger.
Just when she thought she'd finally shaken off Lucas, he'd somehow managed to tighten his grip even further.
Did he really think some lousy contract could claim her entire life?
Not a chance.
That kind of fairy-tale deal didn't exist—not even in her wildest dreams.
"I don't agree," she declared, straightening her back and pursing her lips defiantly.
"I signed that contract when I wasn't in my right mind.
It's invalid."
"Invalid?"
Lucas let out a low, mocking chuckle.
Rising from the couch, he loomed over her, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.
In one swift motion, he grabbed her wrist, his voice dripping with menace.
"It doesn't matter what state you were in.
Your signature is right there—legally binding.
If you try to break it, you'll have to pay the penalty within the stipulated time."
Penalty?
Had she heard that right?
A man who ranked on the magazine's rich list was demanding compensation from *her*?
