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Just the idea of cheating on this beautiful woman fills me with disgust.
Books don’t let you down—especially romances. You get that ending you want, even if it’s hard won.
He doesn’t think I’m a prop. Perry Constantine looks at me as if I might be someone special.
“Charlotte.” His voice is extra deep. “Those bruises are fingerprints.” I say nothing. Can only stare at him, my entire being trembling. “Who did this to you?” A shuddery breath leaves me. “I can’t tell you.” “Why the fuck not?” I swallow hard. “It’s none of your business.”
I may not be thrilled to go through a fake wedding with this woman, but damned if I’m going to let someone abuse my fiancée. She may be a pain in the ass sometimes, but she’s my pain in the ass. And no one can touch her. Not a single soul.
“He will never speak to you like that again once you become my wife,” I say, my voice firm. She stares at me, her lips parted. “What? I won’t let him, Charlotte. If he so much as lays one finger on you, I’ll break it. I’ll break all of them if I have to.” “But I’m his daughter,” she reminds me. “And you’ll be my wife. You’ll belong to me.” I pull her to me, slipping my other arm around her waist, my mouth at her temple as I whisper, “I don’t care if he’s your father. No one hurts what’s mine. Do you understand?”
“There it is,” she murmurs. “Beautiful, right?” I gaze at her, drinking her in. The gloss is completely gone from her lips and there’s high color in her cheeks. My hands in her hair have messed it up completely, and she’s fucking stunning. “Yes. Definitely.”
I could fall in love with this man. And that’s the last thing I should do.
