*BENEDICT'S POV*
I watch my new wife scurry away. She’s reckless. Feisty. Stubborn.
Fine qualities in a partner.
I smile to myself, pushing thoughts of her from my mind as I pick up the contract. Satisfaction swells inside me.
The ink on the marriage certificate isn’t even dry yet, but I’ve accomplished what I set out to do. I make the call I’ve been waiting for.
“It’s done,” I say, my voice steady, confident. “Tell my father to transfer the inheritance.”
The line goes silent for a moment before I hear the response I’ve been anticipating. I hang up, letting the satisfaction settle in.
This wasn’t just about Kylie. This was about securing everything I’ve worked for.