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the youngest brother,
it’s really weird that there’s not possessive pronouns
Surely, I should’ve been by her side when she woke up,
Surely is not the right word for that sentence…
the man dressed in the same black suit I saw him the first time we met asks.
that is so beyond unnecessary. just say his name.
I sigh into the phone. “No, Caroline. Tell them I’m not going to change my mind about this.” That’s the last thing I say before I hang up on my assistant.
Is there a point to this unestablished conversation??
Getting rid of him was what any rational man with a power like mine would’ve done.
Did you kill him??? Cause ew no thank you
where the troublemaker is currently staying.
please stop I’m begging you
my naked soles touching his expensive shoes.
do you know what the sole of the foot is or do you mean toes? Cause if your soles were touching his shoes you’d be standing on him
“Hire a security team to watch her twenty-four-seven without making their presence known. Check her mail
So you want to quite literally stalk her??? Cause I guarantee you don’t have the authority to be doing that
Dad can’t join us because of his condition.
are you going to say what his freaking condition is? I really doubt it needs to be some big secret
Esmeray is Carter’s running wife? But how? She’s eighteen, and he’s thirty-five years old.
That means he was 25 betrothed to an 8 year old girl. Barf in my mouth 🤮
However, being diagnosed with savior complex syndrome makes it impossible for me to follow the rule around Esmeray Hamilton.
I feel like there’s these things called coping mechanisms?? You can’t just say you have it to justify your actions
“Are you just going to watch me sleep?” she asks, taking the same position she had this morning, on her elbows. “Yes.” “Isn’t that… a bit creepy?” “Not at all.”
Wrong freaking answer buddy
I nod, knowing she’s right and I can’t be a brat right now when they offer me something my sisters never had.
Goodness gracious woman have some self worth
It was enough to make them agree with me marrying their daughter, and I don’t know if I should be happy or worried about how easy it was. The realization of the impulsive decision I made hasn’t settled yet, but I have a feeling it will soon.
Glad to see that a 26 year old business executive doesn’t have critical thinking skills. Typical men 🤦♀️ literally in what way is this helping her? You’re just enabling her parents
Not that it’s something I won’t do, but because they’re so thirsty for money that they would do something like this.
LITERALLY NO ONE IS MAKING THE DAUGHTERS GO THROUGH WITH THIS SICK PLAN ITS CALLED INDEPENDENCE
And the only ways they’re letting me divorce in the future is if I’m broke or if I can’t offer them more than two nieces.
they’d be granddaughters you idiot
“Yes, maybe you’ll meet some—” Before she can finish her sentence, I’m on my feet. “Don’t talk about my wife that way.” Esmeray flinches,
ew again
It’s what I always feel when I help someone.
I really feel like you didn’t help her
“But you’re mine now, Ray. I need to know what’s upsetting you so I can fix it.” I’m his now. And for some reason, the thought doesn’t make me want to crawl out of my skin like it did with Carter. His.
Speak for yourself
Because I know we’re in front of someone who for sure has no right to hear sounds meant only for my ears, and that I won’t be able to stop myself from going further if she continues to subconsciously push herself into me like that, I end the kiss with one last touch of our lips.
this sentence is entirely too long and wordy
“Only if it’s something that you want. No one can force you to do anything, not even my father,”
I THINK THE FACT THAT YOU MARRIED HER BECAUSE SHE WAS BEING FORCED TO MARRY SOMEONE ELSE SAYS OTHERWISE. this woman has no spine I swear
“You’re not the only one in the situation of marrying someone you don’t love, but this marriage was for you as much as it was for me, and I don’t have to explain myself to you. You are safe and no longer on the run. I gave you freedom.
brother eugh
On the paper I rip from the end of a notebook, I write I’m sorry and add a terrible sad face.
it’s really unfortunate that her frontal lobe isn’t developed yet
she doesn’t know about my SCS—savior complex syndrome—and how hard is to live with it or how much I try to fight it.
you’re clearly not trying hard enough you complete steamroller
“So, are we fine?” “We have to be,” I tell her,
Ooo wrong answer no thank you sir
and the last ones whose opinions about my wife matter are surely not them.
very poorly written sentence
his grip tightening on my arm with each step we take further away from Carter. I twitch my jaw from the intensity of his hold, trying to get away, but he doesn’t notice.
🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩 he just threatened a dudes life for LITERALLY THE SAME THING
I take a step toward him and place my palm on his shoulder, but he removes it from under my touch. He faces me before taking a few steps back, shaking his head. “Get in the car,” he says, not looking me in the eyes and instead at the ground. “Kai, I know—” “I said get in the car.” He stresses the words, demanding me to do as he says and not fight it anymore.
am I supposed to find this attractive?
Since we met, Kai has treated me with respect and hasn’t once stepped over my boundaries.
oh except for when he did and ignored your desire to be left alone
Kai just nods and sits up, hugging his sister. She happily purrs in his arms
bruh what
“Never leave the bed without telling me, understood?”
Literally ew
it’s not a girly purple, it’s a very male purple,
What the heck does that even mean you child
She’s so beautiful when she laughs because of me.
Vain much?
“Stop touching me. Stop poking your nose around. Stop talking to me. Stop,” Kai says in a harsh voice, and I suck in a breath, afraid that if I let any air out, he’ll tell me to stop breathing as well. “I can’t look at you when you’re a reminder of my father’s death.”
Yikes my dude 🚩🚩
I couldn’t refuse him, not when it was the first and only thing he asked me to do. But it hurt. Not that I satisfied him and gave him his release, but because of the look he had in his eyes, the way his mind was far away and never present. For him, I wasn’t even there. I didn’t exist, and if I did, the only thing I was meant to do was to please him and nothing more.
HAS NO ONE LEARNED ANY SELF RESPECT
praying to God I won’t throw up again. I had enough when it happened the fifth time, and to be honest, I think I can only vomit water at this point.
this better just be motion sickness, if she’s pregnant I’m going to throw my phone across the room
