Keep Me (Sinful Manor, #1)

by Sara Cate

Money can buy me a car, one I can drive by myself wherever I want to go, preferably far away from anyone else. Money can buy me a beautiful house in a strange city where I can start a new life. Money can get me whatever I want, so anyone who says money can’t buy happiness is probably poor and bitter.

He’s just sweet and naive, so he might not understand what it’s like to be so filled with hate that it blooms like flowers in your bloodstream.

“You’re all bark and no bite, my wee wife.” “Oh, I’ll bite,” I reply with fuming anger. He chuckles down at me as he holds up his right hand. “That’s right. You do. How could I forget?” As he shows me the red line across his middle finger, he uses it as an opportunity to flip me off at the same time.

“Don’t you say that to me again, Sylvie Barclay. I don’t care about some stupid fucking contract. I love you. With my whole fucking chest, I love you. So don’t give me any of that shite about not being your real husband, because I’m right here. And I’ll never fucking leave you, not like they did.”

“So, no one else loves you. Big deal. But I’m here, mo ghràidh. And I am telling you that I will love you enough to make up for all of them. I will keep you, and you can trust me that no matter what you do, I won’t let you go. Because you’re mine, understand me?”

“We’re all a mess, but the trick is to find someone who thinks your mess is a masterpiece.

The hate I once felt never went away—it just changed. The passion is a different color now.

I think somewhere in our marriage, you forgave yourself for not being perfect and loved yourself anyway. Maybe you just needed to watch someone fall in love with you to see it. I’m glad it was me.

This book made me cryyyy

I hope when you get married for real, your real husband won’t be afraid to fight with you because you are never more beautiful than when you stick up for yourself.

“Thank you for waiting,” he says, lowering his forehead to touch mine.