The Fall of Bradley Reed (Seasons of Revenge, #3)

by Morgan Elizabeth

People pleasers have some kind of genetic makeup deep in the marrow of their bones that just knows when something is off.

It’s confirmed when I see the screen finally, Bradley’s smiling face and his name at the very top, the last text I sent reading: Good morning! I can’t wait to marry you today! His most recent text reads: I’m sorry. I can’t do this. And the world comes crashing down around me.

“Yeah, no shit. Maybe if you had been talked to like this, you wouldn’t be such a cunt, but unfortunately for everyone who has to cross your path, you’ve never been told no. And you know what, the next time I see you, I’ll play the game. I’ll smile because it’s what Liv wants, but know this: I see right through you, and I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to undo the harm you’ve done to your daughter, harm her father tried his best to counteract, but there’s only so much he can do when every time you waltzed back into her life, you did nothing but tear her down.”

“I’m just saying. Life is both painfully short and dreadfully long, and you only get the one. Live it for you.”

“If you were mine, I’d fuck ‘fine’ out of your vocabulary. A woman like you? Deserves nothing but fucking perfection.”

“I am not the kind of man who does it doesn’t have to be anything, Olivia. I am all or nothing. And if I gave in, if I had you, I’d need it all. We can’t be all so we have to be nothing. Does that kill me? Absolutely. Do I want to drag you out of this godforsaken place and take you home and fuck you until the only word you remember is my fucking name? Absolutely. Am I going to? No. This is not that, Olivia. We are not that.”

“Kissing you might be my downfall, Olivia, but I’m going to be doing it anyway. If I’m going to hell, might as well taste heaven along the way.”