rdo

rectly or were my

ight chuckle, seemingly

glass and letting it rest between her fingers. I blinked once then twice, trying

the

I start carefully, and she takes a small sip

her fingers, a tall man emerged from the shadows, making my heart jump in my chest as I le

one. The only notable thing about him was the silver tint of his brown hair and the scar tha

e shell of his right ear, I guessed he was her bodyguard, but somet

emerald eye remained trained on me, and with another elegant flick, he dug into his suit and pulle

to me with a light push. I stare at the file warily, twiddli

to see for yourself,” she orders, and I shoot a nervo

luctantly take the file and retrieve its contents.

y, so the diamond-beaded earrings she wore in the photo rivaled against the cheap plastic that hung from my ears. It was evident that she was a

The shade of her blue eyes also matched mine, along with the curve of my b

aist. Mine was short and straight, stopping a little beyond my shoulders, the c

, my lips parting in

e company of a man. She was laughing, her eyes shining brightly as the man was caught kissing her cheek with his arms wrapped lovingly around her waist

uestion, my voice coming ou

she compliments, but

” I press on, and she sighs softly

s to her silent request, digging into his suit to fish out another file. “Her name is Verona Winfield, and she’s my brother’s fiance. They

all at once, but I still didn’t unde

ying you want me to take her place?” I voice out my thoug

rare heart condition, so telling him that the love of his life betrayed him would have negative effects on his healt

marriage was sacred, and I’ve spent most of my years daydreaming of the perfect we

sorry

orrects curtly and I

Laura but I’ll h

t, it was a legal contract explaining the terms of the deal. “I’m only asking you to marry him for the time being until his

d sizzle and boil. Does she think I would stoop so low as to marry a

for whatever price you name.” I bite out, my tone dripping with pent-up f

attention as I turned on my heels. “I was thinking we could u

h

heart skipping a beat as I

tell

, dear Briana Quin, we’ll