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To the girls who dream of meeting a prince but end up falling for the misunderstood villain.
“There’s no rest for the wicked.” “And even less for the wealthy.”
people typically talk to me first, mistaking me for the nicest child because I happen to be the youngest. I might have been born last, but I most certainly wasn’t born yesterday.
Because if there’s one lesson we learned from Seth Kane, it’s that love may come and go, but hate lasts forever.
If you don’t believe in yourself, no one will.
“You better have a massive dick to back up that attitude or else people will be mighty disappointed.” “Care to bring out a ruler and test your theory?” “I left my magnifying glass at home, so maybe tomorrow.” I’m pretty sure the angel on my shoulder has left the building. Something shifts between us. His eyes darken as they assess me. I’m not sure if he wants to choke me, fire me, or fuck me into submission. “Are you always this impossible?” “I don’t know. Are you always this much of an asshole?” One second he’s scowling at me and the next his lips are slamming into mine.
He’s the Devil, Zahra. Well, that explains why Eve fell for his tricks. If the Devil looked half as good as Rowan, I’d eat the damn apple too. Screw the consequences.
“Take a breath. I’m not in the mood to call an ambulance when you pass out and crack your head open.” “How dare I consider for a second that you would catch me before that happens.” “That requires caring and I’m fresh out of fucks to give.”
I linger by the bin, staring down at the hot-pink note like it holds my fate. Look who’s believing in destiny now, you broody, hypocritical asshole. Zahra’s dainty cursive handwriting sticks out to me. I’d love to say thank you if you are willing to text me (that is if Rowan wasn’t annoying enough to throw this out before you got it). -Zahra Gulian
Professionalism flies out the window as I drop off Scott’s drawing. There’s only one reason for the loss of control and Zahra’s curved ass is to blame for all of it. I should clear my throat and get her attention. Hell, I should turn around and come back later when she isn’t sprawled out on the floor, typing away on her laptop with her ass facing the ceiling like it needs to be blessed by God himself.
My fists ball up by my sides. I look around the hall before ripping the rest of the numbers. I tuck them into the pocket of my trousers before I have a chance to berate myself for something this ridiculous. I’m acting like a goddamn maniac. Who cares who texts her? Me. I care.
A weird feeling sits in the pit of my stomach at the idea of finding Rowan cute. It feels wrong to be interested in him while also feeling a pull toward Scott—like
Do you now..?
Zahra’s my opposite in every way that counts. I can’t compare to a woman who can light up a room with her smile alone. She’s like the sun, with everyone orbiting around her to bask in her warmth. Unlike me, who keeps people away from me with nothing but a scowl.
“What do you like to do when you’re not working?” Text you. “I run.”
“Why are you really spending so much time with me? Don’t you have other things to do and people to torment?” He offers a noncommittal shrug. “Maybe I enjoy hearing your screams.” “Freak.” I’m surprised Rowan doesn’t send me straight into cardiac arrest when he winks. My heart thuds in my chest, and my skin tingles in response.
She has the magnetism of the Bermuda Triangle, and I’m a lost plane desperate to land.
You represent everything I dislike in someone.” She winces. “That’s the way you really feel about me?” Fuck. That came out all wrong. Somehow, I watched Mr. Darcy fuck up seventeen times yet still managed to fall into the same trap.
“How did you survive growing up in a place like that?” “Because you either bend to the will of monsters or you easily become the prey.”
Zahra beams. For her smile, I’d do just about anything.
“That was before you hurt my sister.” “So what? We’re not friends anymore?” “Nope.” “You don’t mean that.” She scowls. “Zahra’s my best friend and you made her cry.”
This kind of sister relationship is TOP TIER and always relatable
My little knights, Love with all your heart and show kindness in all your actions. Mommy
“No. I’m not falling for this again. I gave you a chance and you blew it.” “But—” “No buts. What happens if you change your mind again? I won’t take that risk. I’ve been through enough, and honestly, I deserve better than anything you could half-heartedly offer me.”
Look at her standing up for herself!
“You know how the saying goes. Act like a dick, lose said dick.” A loud laugh escapes me. “No one says that!” “Then maybe it’s time people did.
want to steal her away from everyone and tell her how proud I am of her. And to confess how sorry I am about everything I did and said. Because I care for her. Because I want to be with her regardless of any obstacles. And because I want to be a man my mother would be proud of, and I want to do it by Zahra’s side.
While I might be interested in changing some of my old ways, I’ll never stop being greedy when it comes to Zahra. She will always be the exception to any rule and the one person I’m willing to screw the world over for. Because if she’s not happy, I’ll ruin whatever stole her smile, myself included.
“You’re the best damn thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for giving me the chance to be the dad I never had but always wanted.” My entire heart dissolves in my chest. There’s nothing I want more in life than to share Rowan’s love with our child. Because to be loved by him is to be cherished and protected unconditionally, and in a world like ours, it’s a gift. One I never knew I needed but can’t imagine living without.
