Angelica If anyone told me I would be preparing for my wedding at twenty-two, I would have scoffed in their face. If they said I would be marrying my enemy, maybe I would have believed them because this was surprisingly exciting. My fiancé was going off about what he could offer when I married him. When, not if. He had made that clear. He was not asking me to marry him. The benefits he was offering were only a show of politeness.I was right about him. His life had been a roller coaster and he’d had to do as he was told for most of it. Now that he finally had a grasp on it, he was unconsciously taking his frustration out on the world by being a total jerk. He wanted to control everyone he could, especially women. Which was why, when I slipped away from him with no desire to lick his boots, he became obsessed with wanting to pin me down. I hid my smirk at the thought that I had sucessfully weaseled my way into his penthouse while appearing to have been kidnapped. Not to toot my own

CurtisMy family was going to try to talk me into not getting married. They would probably offer me several lucrative benefits to convince me to drop it. Either that, or they would bring a line up of women for me to choose from—women who would do their bidding and be their little spies if I took interest in any of them. So, I couldn’t wait to see the faces they would make when I walked into the mansion with Angelica in tow. They would probably look like I did when she stepped out of the bedroom. I was stunned into silence. I completely forgot I was on a conference call as I waited for her to get changed. As expected of her, she had arrived at my penthouse wearing jeans and the most plain t-shirt I had ever seen—white, and with a band name printed on it. The random specs of ink were probably the members of the band, faded after enduring years of washing. I didn’t care what my fiancée wore but I couldn’t say the same about my family. They were all about apperances and would have a fie

I brushed past the man, making sure to shove him out of my way. It would do nothing to make him pay for any of the things he did but it made me feel stronger than him and that was something. A few steps later, I spun on my heel to face him. “I know what you are thinking. You can go ahead and try.” “What the hell are you talking about?” He looked like he was ready to die. “If you are going to try to turn my fiancé against me, he will never believe you.” I smirked. Who was Curtis going to believe? His innocent little fiancée or his father who viewed his engagement as his worst nightmare? I wanted to mock him some more but Curtis was getting closer. I had heard his subtle footsteps, which was why I said something that would set off a seed of doubt in Curtis’s mind.Not that he trusted his father but with what I had just said, he would never believe Fergus no matter what he said. Fergus opened his mouth but stopped himself from saying anything when Curtis appeared at the end of the ha

Angelica“So, where do you want to hold your wedding?” Siren asked as soon as Curtis left, as though his presence was preventing her from asking. I knew if his presence was stopping her from doing anything, it had more to do with my little lie than my wedding. I had dragged her into my ploy without warning and was more surprised by her compliance than I would have been if she threw me under the bus. I wanted to know why she played along more than she wanted to know how I knew everything I knew. Still, I answered her question naively. “A cathedral.” “Obviously. You are an angel.” She said it like it was a bad thing. A few boring questions later, she couldn’t hold it in anymore. She plopped herself beside me. “Are you going to get me out of my misery any time soon?” As soon as I was certain we were on our own. If Curtis only used this place for sex, I didn’t think we were being watched. But with men like Curtis, everything was possible. They never let their guard down for a single se

My alarm was driving me crazy. Didn’t I fall asleep merely a few minutes ago? I wanted to shut the damn thing off and fall back asleep but remembered why I had set it. I had been unable to talk to Spider the night before so I had sent him a message and set an alarm for 6am. Spider was a better night owl than I was. If he found answers to what I had asked, he would send them before morning. I sleepily patted around for my phone and checked for any new text messages. There was one from Spider, asking me to check my email. That was enough to wire me enough to get out of bed. He must have found out what the feud was between Millie and Curtis. I couldn’t wait to get to it. But first, coffee. ….“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growled minutes after clicking on the link sent to my email. I woke up four hours after falling asleep for this? For the most part, Spider had detailed things I already knew. Millie was a former aspiring actress whose career had ended at the same time as her firs