Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
So yeah. Him showing up the minute my father offered him a trade-up makes perfect sense.
My stomach twists a little at the thought.
Even a man who has never met Rocklin chose her over me.
I swallow past the thought and remind myself I don’t care.
That I’m better off.
That Enzo Fikile is a dangerous, dark man I never should have put myself in the same place as, let alone promise myself to. And that is the only reason I ran when I found out he was on his way to Greyson.
Fuck him.
I don’t want to see him.
I don’t want to see him with her…
I blink, clenching my teeth to force my mind to act right.
This is nothing new and, in reality, should be the furthest thing from a shock. Rayo Revenaw, while a good dad as far as good goes in our world, is a calculating man. If the empire he built is threatened, he will act. He will do any and everything in his power to eliminate it…or die trying.
Well, the joke is on him.
Or maybe on both of them.
Enzo might be on his way to the Greyson Manor to attempt to collect his new, shinier trophy of a bride, but it won’t be that easy. Not with the tattooed psycho Bastian who—shocker—is obsessed with my sister, in the picture. He’s killed in her name already, so when Enzo tries to take her like the cattle my father promised to trade her as, he’ll have a hell of a fight on his hands.
I hope whatever Rocklin’s man has planned for him hurts.
Maybe he’ll even get his dick chopped off.
Sighing, I close my eyes.
The scent of chamomile and lilac wafts over me, and finally the smallest bit of tension escapes.
I have no idea what’s happening at Greyson Manor, my home away from home. The second my father took off to drag my sister back into town, I ran.
Sure, I only made it to the underground garage before running right into an asshole, but he ended up being an unsuspecting ally, and helped me hide here, at some random spa at the edge of town. Little did he know I have no intention of “staying the fuck put” as I was told.
Bastian and my sister got back last night, and the man I was supposed to marry is on his way to attempt to take her.
While they’re occupied, battling it out for the better Revenaw, I’ll be on my way to Belize.
I may not be the ultimate protégé my twin is, but I’m not as useless as my father has made me out to be.
If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s being on my own.
“Fuck you, Enzo Fikile.”
“Don’t worry, princess, you will.”
I nearly choke at the intruding voice, my body flying upright, eyes wide as panic licks down my spine, attention instantly locking on the man standing at the edge of the tub.
Dark eyes framed by long, thick lashes stare into mine, making me gasp.
I open my mouth to say what, I don’t know, but the slow shake of his head has the words balling up in my throat, shriveling and suffocating me on the spot.
Enzo bends until he’s crouched before me, our gazes now even with one another.
His narrows, jaw clenched tight as he stares at me with unreadable eyes and runs a finger over his lower lip as if in contemplation.
Without a sound to give them away, a second person reveals themselves when a black bandana appears before my face.
“N—” I try to shout, but I’m gagged before I can. Panic surges and I jolt, watching as Enzo pushes to his feet in no particular hurry. He watches, almost as if annoyed he’s here in the first place, as I’m yanked to mine by the person behind me.
Tension cords its way through my every limb as I wait for Enzo’s gaze to hit my bare body and reveal his aversion, but his eyes never so much as leave mine as a robe is slipped over my shoulders, my arms shoved in. It’s tied tight around my waist and then my hands are tied, too.
Enzo steps forward then, towering over me and forcing my head to tip up just to keep my gaze on his. Something dark flickers across his features, making him appear even more devilish, and then his chest is against mine.
His hand rises to my face, and I flinch. A frown flashes over his brows in an instant, but that hand keeps coming, only slower this time. Just before his palm reaches my cheek, he spins his wrist, his knuckle pushing a wet strand of hair from my face.
With one quick swoop and no warning, I’m tossed over his shoulder, carried from the space and into the main hall.
I kick and try to scream, using all my energy to flail around, hoping I fall from his arms, but his grip is unrelenting.