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Ansley paced the floor in circles. She had barely slept the night before waiting for her punishment. Which explained why she had woken up so early and was already showered and dressed. If there was punishment to be had, she wanted to be ready.
They were too quiet, which meant they were brewing something that could be catastrophically detrimental to her. She had no idea what the lasting effects would be, but she knew they would be painful,
She had pushed their buttons the night before when they came home to find her in the middle of a very daring bachelorette party. Oh, and the fact she had sent a team of ten lovely women dressed as caterers who made it to the top floor where they then proceeded to remove their uniforms and into bunny outfits, then started chanting their campaign slogan of Save Cupid’s Toys… apparently while they were in a very important meeting, Yuric had told her. A tiny sliver of guilt clouded her mind, but she tossed it aside. They deserved it.
And Maureen's bachelorette party was their fault. They had kidnapped her and put her on house arrest. What else was she supposed to do?
A knock on the bedroom door startled her but she sighed in relief when Sahara entered.
Except that Sahara had what looked to be a wedding dress draped over her arms.
What? Why?
“Congratulations, Miss King,” she said as she laid the dress down on the bed.
“What do you mean?”
“Congratulations on your upcoming wedding. It’s a beautiful dress.”
Stunned didn’t cover the kaleidoscope of confusion and astonishment sweeping over her like a tsunami.
“Who am I getting married to?” she asked, and she had asked some stupid questions in her life but this was far the stupidest one.
“The Shlykov brothers,” Sahara answered with a suspicious frown on her face as if Ansley had finally stepped over into the crazy side of things.
Ansley didn’t breathe or move, not for long after Sahara left. Could she be dreaming? Or was that a nightmare?
She touched the dress and it looked real. It was the most stunning gown she had seen in her life. It was incomparable. The work was unbridled. She was sure it cost well over ten million dollars. Was it some kind of a prank? And a very expensive one at that.
Yes, it was a prank. To get back at her. Tears started to roll down her face and she could explain that even less than the wedding dress on her bed. It wasn’t a particularly good prank.
But this had to stop. She had indulged them enough time with the monitor device on her ankle and keeping her imprisoned, but now the joke was over. She wanted to leave. She was going to find them and if she couldn’t, she was going to demand a meeting with them, but something had to happen.
She marched from the bedroom, down the passage and the elaborate staircase.
“I need to talk to them, right now,” she said as she ran into Yuric.
“They’re waiting for you. I was on my way to fetching you.”
Her body on fire, her heart strumming almost painfully in her chest, she followed Yuric into what looked like their study. For the life of her, she couldn’t contain the sensations running rampant through her body at the sight of them. It didn’t matter that in her mind she… hated them for being this cruel to her.
As always, the response in her whole being at seeing them overwhelmed her. Dressed in their signature black suits they looked formidable and dangerous.
“I want to be released right now,” she said, without mincing her words or doubting herself.
***~~~***
Damien clenched his jaw as the stunning woman walked into the study, all sweet perfume and fury in her eyes. For a moment before she had arrived, they had laughed at themselves when they realized they were a bit apprehensive to tell her she was their new bride. The saucy brunette was capable of the most unsurprising things.
She had single-handedly orchestrated a stream of women who had pretended to be the caterers for an office party on another floor to infiltrate their private offices right at the top and interrupt a very important meeting that had cost them a substantial amount of money. She deserved to be thoroughly spanked for that, although the idea of touching her again, of getting so close to her that he could smell the sweetness from her pussy, that he could touch her silky-soft flesh and taste her like some starving mad man had sent him straight into a bottle of vodka, or maybe it was three.
He had been wrong about her. He had thought her flimsy and fickle. That she would get bored after one attempt at her cause to save Cupid’s Toys and find something else to amuse herself with. She hadn’t. She had continued to fight them. And probably had more things up her sleeve.
No, she wasn’t fickle. She had given her word to her cousin to throw her a bachelorette party and she kept it even under the circumstances they had put her in. She had just found a way to bring the party to her. Which was in their house. And she had put an innocent man’s life at risk when they found him about to dance on her lap. Leonid had visions of using him for sword practice. Roman for target practice. Damien just wanted the man to die excruciatingly slowly for daring to come anywhere near her. They didn’t of course. But they thought of it and it made them feel better.
He couldn’t get a handle on her, and neither could his brothers. She was exactly the type that was going to ruin them. Her little office stunt with the women dressed as bunnies and accusing them of gross censorship, and sexual freedom because they wanted to close down a sex shop with iconic history—which was a good angle for her to take, had already cost them over a billion dollars. And there still remained the Merring Street saga because she refused to back down and let them peacefully demolish the buildings so they would get started with their next leg.
She was going to ruin them. She already had. And it was time they put her in her place. As their wife, she had to obey them.
