This isn’t about love," Kain’s tone is flat, clipped, like he’s reciting terms of a contract. "Your grandfather wanted this marriage. He tied your inheritance to it. Two children, minimum, before you get a cent. I don’t care if you hate me. I don’t care if you never speak to me outside of the bedroom. But you will be my wife, and you will uphold your end of the deal. Do that, and I’ll stay out of your way. Fail, and you’ll find I’m not nearly as patient as I’m being right now."
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