Chapter 4 - A DANGEROUS FACADE
The annual Callahan Security Gala was our public debut. I wore a backless crimson gown that Ronan had personally selected. When we walked into the ballroom, the whispers ignited like wildfire. Finn was there, standing by the bar with Meredith, looking like a man standing on the gallows. Meredith tried to approach me in the powder room, a sneer twisting her lips. "You really think he wants you? You're just a pawn to teach Finn a lesson." Before I could reply, the door opened. Ronan stood there, his presence suffocating the room. "Miss Shaw," he said with lethal calmness. "If you ever speak to my future wife again, I will ensure you never work, live, or breathe in this city." Meredith fled. When we returned to the ballroom, Ronan pulled me onto the dance floor, his hand wrapping around my throat, tipping my chin up. "You belong to me now," he whispered, before his lips crashed down on mine in a kiss that erased everything else.
