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“Where are you going?”
“Preston Bishop’s son is getting married. A pony-looking thing with a pair of nice legs.” He pushed off the doorframe and walked over to the foot of my bed.
I remembered how he’d referred to Bishop’s wife as ‘horsey’. He was conceited and rude, arrogant and vulgar beyond belief, but only indoors.
I’d seen him at the masquerade. And while standoffish and rude to my father and me, he was an impeccable gentleman to everyone else.
“It would be a good opportunity to introduce you as the future Mrs. Keaton. Which reminds me…” He produced something from his front pocket, tossing the square, black, and velvety thing across the length of the room.
I caught it in my hands and snapped it open. An engagement ring with a Winston Blue diamond the size of my head twinkled inside it, catching every ray of sunshine slipping through the bare windows.
I knew every minute in this house brought me closer to marriage with Wolfe Keaton, and escaping wasn’t possible.
The only man to save me from my future husband was, quite frankly, my future husband. Begging him to give me up wasn’t an option.
Maybe making him see that he didn’t want to marry me was a tactic I needed to explore.
“When are we leaving?” I asked.
The “you” turned into a “we,” but he still didn’t look pleased.
I will embarrass you beyond belief.
“Couple of hours. It is my understanding that you’re used to being pampered and catered to, so Sterling will get you ready.”
You will regret the day your filthy eyes met mine across the table.
“Take that back,” I said.
“Excuse you?”
“Take that dig back. Stop holding my upbringing and the way I’ve been brought up against me,” I demanded.
He smirked, then turned to leave.
“I’m not going.”
I tossed the engagement ring across the room. Though he could have caught it in his hand, he chose not to, letting it drop on the floor.
Fighting for something—least of all for me—was beneath him.
“You are unless you want your phone privileges taken. The landline could be cut off. Not to mention, I’d hate to be forced to pierce your pretty veins to hook you up to a feeding tube,” he said, drifting out of the room before pausing at the door.
His back was still to me when it began to vibrate with soft laughter.
“You will also have your engagement ring on at all times.”
“Or what?” I challenged, my voice shaking.
“Or I’m taking you to elope in Vegas, setting off a chain reaction of pregnancy rumors that will not do your family any good.”
I sucked in a breath, realizing for the first time what we were.
A story of a Nemesis and a Villain with no chance at a happy ending.
Where the prince doesn’t save the princess.
He tortures her.
