"By signing this contract, you agree that once the wedding takes place Isaac Spade, aged 24, will practically own you." Xavier warned me as I picked up the pen. "I know.." I whispered lowly. I had nothing else waiting for me in the Bronx of New York. My parents had disowned me for my pregnancy, my sister killed and my brother convicted of manslaughter. My ex left and the only person left to accept me was my now soon to be husband.

I leaned towards the desk, reading over the contract once more before staring at his signature, and then the dotted line where mine would go and the date next to the signature line.

With a shaking hand I reached for the paper, however Isaac stopped me. "Steady your hand." his deep voice guided me and I let it. Finally after taking a few deep breaths, I pressed the pen to the paper, and wrote my full name in the neat, petite cursive my mother taught me at a young age.

Rosalie P. Hamilton.