Chapter 6

Isabella Roosevelt

“I understand,” I said quietly, my voice steady despite the turmoil roiling inside me. The words felt like they were coming from someone else, as if I were watching myself from a distance, detached from the reality of the situation. “I’ll sign the prenup.”

Lucas’s expression didn’t change, not even a flicker of emotion on his carefully guarded face, though I thought I saw a faint flicker of something in his eyes—perhaps satisfaction, or maybe just a recognition of my compliance with his demands. He had expected me to resist, to fight back, but my submission seemed to surprise him in some small way. “Good,” he said, his voice flat and businesslike. “We’ll finalize the arrangements by the end of the week.”

But beneath that polished exterior, beneath that impenetrable mask he wore so well, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to Lucas than he let on. More than the cold, calculating Harrington heir, the one who had earned a reputation for being ruthless in busin