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first explosion. He doesn’t like things that are loud or unexpected. Which is why I get on his nerves sometimes—I can be both of those things, even when I’m trying
I don’t like anybody having fun without me.
he isn’t taking the hint. He might need to take a mallet to the head instead if he doesn’t stop annoying me.
“An Irishman will wear a twelve-hundred-dollar suit without the money in his pocket to buy a pint,” he said.
Never did anybody less suit flaming red hair—it’s like genetics tried to make her fun, and Riona was like, “I’m never having one goddamned moment of fun in my life, thank you very much.”
couldn’t make a house look this pretty if I had a hundred years and an unlimited budget to do it.
Handsome, but in a stark sort of way—like he’d push you off a lifeboat if there weren’t enough seats. Or maybe even if you forgot to brush your teeth.
I’m fairly certain my parents only had children so they could mold us into our various roles within their empire.
has no idea that she’s swimming in a shark tank wearing a meat suit. I’ll decimate her easily.
They’re still living in a time when you solve disputes by cutting off a man’s hands and throwing him into the river. I mean, I’ll do that if I have to, but I at least try to come to an agreement before it reaches that point.
You have to have a certain level of narcissism to be a politician. You have to feed off the glad-handing, the attention.
I’m powered by ambition alone. I want control. Wealth. Influence. I want to be untouchable.
he lunges forward and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling it toward him. Because my hair is attached to my head, this yanks me forward across the seats.
‘Calm water doesn’t need more water—you need wind to move your sail.’ I probably need to find a little maniac like you.”
I’d rather be single forever. In fact, I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
He’s going to try to shunt me off in some boring office doing busywork. And that sounds like a fucking nightmare to me.
I’m the baby of the family and the only girl. There’s never been much in the way of expectations laid out for me.
Nobody needs me, not really. That’s okay, though. I’m not whining about it. I like being free and easy.
He has extremely blue eyes, but there’s nothing pretty about them. They’re painfully intense, the only color on his person.
His face is handsome—or at least, it should be. But I’ve never seen such a cold expression. He looks like he hates everything. Most especially me. Not that I can entirely blame him for that.
his icy stare. He’s got thick, dark eyebrows above his pale eyes. The effect is inhuman and unpleasant.
I hope Callum drowned. ‘Cause if he didn’t, I have a feeling I’m going to be seeing him again very soon.
Then she stepped forward and started yelling at me, with the temperament and vocabulary of a sea-hardened sailor,
I realized that pretty face disguised the soul of a demon. That girl is pure evil, the worst of the whole family. She deserves whatever she gets. The question is, what am I going to do about it?
FUCK THAT GIRL!
I will strike you down like Icarus if your ambition outstrips your orders. Do you understand?”
I don’t know when or how. But if something doesn’t change between us soon, I’m going to explode.
He can do all sorts of tricks. The blade is so sharp that if he made a mistake, he’d lop off a finger. But he hasn’t made one yet.
I just don’t want to be “treated like a girl,” if that makes sense. I want to be treated as myself, for better or worse. Nothing more or nothing less.
“This feud has been going on too long,” he says. “It’s an ember that smolders and smolders and continually bursts into flame, burning down everything we’ve worked for.
This is some kind of fucking nightmare. I’m getting married? I’m having fucking babies?! And I’m supposed to do it with the man I hate worse than anyone on this planet?
“That’s as much on your head as his,” Papa says coldly. There’s nothing I can say in response to that. Because deep down, I know that it’s true.
If the vote happened today, the results might be a coin toss. You should always secure your victory ahead of time, given the opportunity.”
“Don’t be disrespectful,” my father snaps. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” I tell him. I doubt the same can be said of my future bride. In fact, that might be the one silver lining of this fucking maelstrom—watching my parents have to deal with the little hellcat they’re bringing into this family.
Armageddon would be a welcome respite from what’s actually about to happen.
going into this like you’re going into battle is only going to make things harder,” Seb says. That’s the only way I know how to do it, though—head down, covered in armor. I approach everything as a fight.
I feel like these people would throw a party for the opening of an envelope. They’re so ridiculous and showy.
I wish I had someone to get ready with. I loved growing up with all brothers, but it’s times like this that a little feminine company wouldn’t go amiss.
The only thing keeping me going is my morbid amusement that Callum Griffin is going to have to pretend to be in love with me tonight, just like I’m going to have to do to him.
It must be difficult for him to try to be charming for his work. I wonder if he watches actual humans and tries to emulate them. If he does, he’s failing miserably.
“I’m relieved to see that you’re at least aware of the concept of dressing up, even if your execution is trash.”
I can see her engagement ring, the rock almost tipping her hand over sideways. Jesus Christ, I think I just found the iceberg that sank the Titanic.
“She should have just gotten one of those little dogs for her purse. Geoff is an awkward accessory
I content myself with smiling up at him and saying, “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.”
“Let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.”
“You’ve had enough,” I tell her. “I decide when I’ve had enough,”
“Why should I tell you?” Aida says, narrowing her gray eyes at me and taking another sip of her drink. She looks sly and malicious when she does that, like some sort of jungle cat high up in the branches, about to drop down on my head.
“You think I’m going to be some little woman standing behind you, working behind the scenes to help launch your bright shiny star?”
A weak retort, compared to her usual. I must have struck a nerve. So I push her just a little further.
“I spent three months ignoring your messages and calls. When you’re trying to train a dog, you can’t give it a single treat, or it’ll keep barking and slobbering on you forever.”
