Page 59 of Betrayal and Vows

“Because I’m tired of pretending I’m fine!” My voice cracks. “I’m tired of everyone making choices for me, of being the sacrificial lamb in designer shoes!”

She sighs, her shoulders that are always held back slump forward.

“I didn’tchoosethis. You and Dad just offered me up like some sort of twisted peace offering. Do you know how heartbreaking it is to plan a wedding you have no desire to survive?”

She opens her mouth. Closes it.

“I’m marrying a monster to keep this family safe. I have giveneverything,and I don’t even get tolookat someone who makes me feel alive?”

She’s silent for a long beat. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Then stop suffocating me.”

I brush past her and storm out before she can say another word.

Anton falls in step behind me.

I grab another glass.

“Lena,” he growls.

I whip around, daring him to stop me.

He doesn’t.

Chapter 11

Anton

“The Belgrade shipment,” someone whispers behind a glass of champagne.

“Intercepted.”

I’m sure the conversation isn’t meant for anyone to hear.

It’s business.

Vadim is very particular about mixing business with pleasure.

But I hear it. Loud and clear.

And so does Dmitri.

No smile. No bad jokes. That alone is enough to set every nerve on edge.

There are very few occasions when my friend isn’t talking shit.

“You’re needed,” he says.

“Office?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

My eyes follow Lena.

It’s late and she’s changed into yet another dress.