Joe wasted no time. Within a month, he had drawn up a transfer agreement. The condition was clear: if James acted against the marriage in any way, the contract would activate. James, of course, didn’t want to marry me. However, now he was trapped. If he refused, he’d lose his position as the Jonas heir. Mia, on the other hand, had vanished. No one knew where she had gone. James suspected his father had hidden her away, but he didn’t dare confront Joe about it. Meanwhile, my family’s company hit a rough patch, and by the time I sorted it out, half a year had flown by. With my parents off traveling the world, they entrusted me fully with the company. In the midst of it all, Joe chose an auspicious day, and James and I quietly registered our marriage. The wedding ceremony was set for a month and a half later. Joe explained that the custom-made wedding gown he’d ordered for me from abroad would take precisely that long to finish. James, meanwhile, was a
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