Just a Name on a Document

“You wanted me to marry a 45-year-old man!? He’s nearly twice my age, Father! What on earth made you think I’d ever agree to—”

BAM!

Arthur’s hand crashed against the table, cutting her off mid-sentence.

“Who said I was asking for your permission?” he growled.

Maeve clenched her jaw, the tension sharp in her throat. Of course. This was exactly how it would go. In Arthur Sinclair’s world, daughters