The Wrong Fiancée: Dean's Story (Marriage by Contract, #3)

by Maya Alden

But when it was time to leave, I couldn't find her to say goodbye. I left her a note thanking her for her company and a sealed envelope with a few hundred dollars at the front desk.

JFC 🤦🏻‍♀️

"Are there sides to take here? You're his daughter, my future wife, and Elika cleans hotel rooms and serves drinks."

Screw this guy

I always compared them with Elika—which was ridiculous because they were all better placed in society than Elika had been.

Gah! F--k off with this!

Yeah, we were wealthy, entitled assholes who could hop from one beach to another without a care, while someone like Elika—someone I had unfairly judged as lesser—cleaned their rooms and worked twice as hard as the rest of us. The shame I felt was…immense.

Good

Congratulations on your engagement, by the way—you’ll fit right in with the shallow assholes they are."

Yes, I was…am that dense. But I knew she wouldn't believe me.

Because stupidity isn't an excuse for such behavior.

Every time I defended her, Ginny and Felicity only worked harder to make her life miserable. Was this who I wanted to marry?

40 percent in and this is probably the 20th time he's asked this question. For his sense if intellectual superiority, he's an absolute idiot.

Elika would come around. She had to. She just didn't see it yet. Dante didn't agree. "I think she sees just fine that you're a shallow son of a bitch."