Chapter 4 Marriage as a Weapon

Marriage had never meant safety to Ava Blackwood.

Safety was a myth sold to women who had never learned how quickly it could be taken away. Ava had learned that lesson early-on battlefields soaked in blood, in a home stripped of warmth, and now in a room designed not for love, but for control.

The chamber beneath Drake Tower was carved from steel and silence. No windows. No decorations. Only reinforced walls, biometric locks, and the low, constant hum of security systems powerful enough to erase people from existence. This was not a place where vows were spoken. It was where empires were negotiated.

Ava sat at the black obsidian table, posture perfect, boots planted firmly on the marble floor. She wore dark tactical fabric instead of white silk, a concealed blade resting comfortably against her thigh. Romance had never protected anyone. Weapons did.

The contract lay open before her.

She read every line with the same precision she once applied to mission briefings. Asset mergers. Shared intelligence. Mutual retaliation clauses. Emergency extraction authority. Inheritance consolidation. Death contingencies.

This was not a marriage agreement.

It was a declaration of permanent war.

Lucien Drake stood across from her, silent, watching. Most people flinched under his attention. Ava did not even blink.

"Once you sign," Lucien said calmly, "there is no separation between us. Legally, financially, or in blood. Every enemy I have will see you as a target."

Ava turned the page without hesitation. "Good," she replied. "I prefer clarity."

There it was-the clause she had anticipated. Absolute protection under the Drake banner. Recognition by every syndicate, cartel, and criminal network on the continent. The cost was explicit.

Her life belonged to the throne.

Lucien slid a ring across the table. It was matte black titanium, engraved with an ancient symbol known only to those who ruled in shadows.

"This replaces your name," he said. "It marks you as mine."

Ava lifted it, weighing its solid honesty in her palm. Heavy. Permanent. Unforgiving.

"And if someone ignores it?" she asked.

Lucien's mouth curved-not in humor, but in promise. "Then they disappear. Along with anyone foolish enough to mourn them."

Ava slipped the ring onto her finger.

"Acceptable," she said.

The pen scratched across the paper. One signature. Then another.

The treaty was sealed.

Lucien stepped closer, studying her not as a bride, but as a weapon he had just armed.

"From this moment forward," he said quietly, "you are the most protected woman in the world."

Ava met his gaze, eyes cold and unwavering.

"Good," she replied. "Because I intend to be the most dangerous."