Baron by Stella Andrews

She ran from me, I considered it a head start.
Watching her go was the purest form of betrayal.
She was always mine.
My wife in waiting.
But she decided her freedom was a better option – she was wrong.
She ran to a psychopath who tore her dreams to shreds.
At my request.
Then I took what was mine all along.
This time it was on my terms and our wedding has been arranged.
Tomorrow.
Then we return as husband and wife and there is nothing she can do about that.
The contract states, Til’ Death Do Us Part.
But whose?