He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 919

A prenuptial agreement?

Yardley's heart dropped into his stomach. He snapped his head toward Veronica.

"You never mentioned anything about signing an agreement before we got the license."

Veronica avoided his gaze, looking everywhere but at him.

"It was my dad's idea, not mine," she deflected. She leaned over, draping her arms over his shoulders. "Yardley, just sign it. It's just a formality to give my parents peace of mind."

She lowered her voice, whispering in his ear with a sickly-sweet tone. "I belong to you anyway. There's nothing they can do about it."

Yardley felt a wave of revulsion crawl over his skin.

Looking at the sterile, unwelcoming dining room and Quentin's smug, calculating expression, Yardley knew exactly what this was. A trap.

He picked up the agreement and began reading. With every line, a cold sweat broke out across his back.

This wasn't a marital agreement. It was a slave contract.

The terms were violently one-sided. It dictated that he had to yield to Veronica in every domestic dispute, prioritize her demands over his own, and systematically hand over Flynn Group's profit margins to Thorne Industries on all joint ventures.

Furthermore, it legally bound Yardley to personally absorb all financial liabilities for any risks Thorne Industries took in their collaborations.

And the most absurd clause of all? If they had children, their firstborn had to take Veronica's surname.

Their reasoning was proudly listed: If Scarlett's children could take her surname, then it was only fair that Veronica's first child carried the Thorne name.

Staring at Quentin's cold, predatory smile, Yardley felt an icy chill settle in his bones.

"I am not signing this."

"A marriage is supposed to be a partnership. If everything is going to be micromanaged and weaponized with this level of bondage, I'd rather not be married at all."

Realizing he had walked into a slaughterhouse, Yardley turned on his heel and headed for the door.

"Yardley Flynn!"

Quentin slammed his fist on the table, his voice echoing like thunder. "Is that how you speak to your father-in-law?"

"Before you do something stupid, I suggest you take a hard look at reality. Understand our new dynamic. We are no longer business partners. You are my subordinate in this family, and you will show me the respect I demand."