Chapter 7KIARA’S POVI stared at the gold band on my finger as we walked out of the courthouse, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I was suffocating. Married. I was actually married to Silva Blackwood. The ink on that certificate wasn't even dry yet, but it felt like a brand on my skin. I, Kiara Monroe—no, Blackwood now—the woman who built an empire from nothing, had just signed away my independence for the sake of a tiny heartbeat I could barely feel yet.The New York air felt thin as Silva led me toward his sleek, black luxury sedan. He didn't offer a hand. He didn't even look at me. He just walked with that infuriating, predatory grace, as if he hadn't just tied himself to his worst enemy. I climbed into the passenger seat, the smell of expensive leather and his crisp cologne filling my senses. Usually, I loved the smell of success, but right now, it made my head spin.The gravity of it hit me all at once. The press, the board members, the Russians—how was I going to e
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