Kieran’s POV
"EMILY!" I yelled, storming into her place. I smelled pizza and wine, but I was too angry to care.
She just sat there on her couch, calm as could be, sipping her wine like I hadn't just burst through her door ready to kill.
"What the hell did you do?" I growled. I kicked her coffee table so hard it flipped over, sending pizza flying all over her carpet.
She watched the food fall, then looked back at me with a little smile.
"What?" She asked.
I bit down so hard my mouth tasted like blood. "You set up a prenup behind my back?"
She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, smirking like she'd won something. I could saw how pleased she was. "Finally figured it out, did you? Took you long enough."
I grabbed her face. "You think that paper will keep me from taking everything you own? Nothing can stop me. Not you, not the law, nothing."
