Page 41 of Claimed By the Maharaja
No. This can’t be real.
He couldn’t possibly be planning to marry her.
Nothing about this made sense.
He hadn’t reacted in the office. He hadn’t looked angry, hadn’t even looked particularly interested. He had simply agreed, calmly and immediately.
Why would he agree?
The question stayed for a second longer than she expected.
Then her mind shifted.
Her gaze dropped back to the contract, this time more carefully, noticing what she had missed in her initial shock.
The details and precision of the elaborate contract.
This wasn’t something that could have been put together in a few hours.
It was impossible.
Which meant that it already existed.
Her fingers tightened on the folder as a name surfaced.
Tina Mehta.
That made far more sense.
Tina was the chief minister’s daughter. She had been hovering around him. Positioning herself. Inserting herself into his work, his meetings, his space.
The contract had been made for Tina Mehta.
The Jogra legal team was instructed to simply switch the names on the front page. Tina Mehta’s name was replaced by Princess Yamini Gaur.
Yamini’s jaw clenched as the thought settled.
Cold, manipulative bastard.
She should have known he'd play mind games.
The cold bastard was using the marriage contract meant for someone else to intimidate her.
All because she had deliberately provoked him.
She had walked into his office, challenged him directly, and this was his answer.
He thought this would scare her, that she would panic, quit the PR project, and disappear again as she had five years ago.
Slowly, her shock and panic began to wear off. And anger took root.
Does he really think he could scare me away using such tactics?
She let out an angry breath.
Never. She was never going to leave.
Not this time.
