Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 108751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Besides, my love is buried here.”
“We can visit her this week.”
His eyes slid closed, and a warm smile he reserved only for my grandma covered his face. “And as long as you take me to the ocean every once in a while.”
“Of course, Grandpa.”
“Good. Now, you said work was keeping you here. Tell me about the business. What’s going on that has you so busy?”
It’d been a hard decision to move my grandpa up here. We both loved Charleston so much. The ocean, the sun, the southern comfort—the lack of memories of what was taken from us at every turn. But when I’d explained why I wanted to move him, he agreed without hesitation.
But having him here was like looking in a mirror and facing how much had changed in the past few months—facing everything I was doing and the moral lines I toed. I grimaced, thinking about ways to get around the truth.
“Don’t give me that face. I know my mind isn’t as sharp as it used to be, but I taught you all you know, and you can humor an old man by talking shop. So, what about work has you moving back full time to the place you said you disliked so much?”
Turned out, just like when I was a kid, there was no getting around the truth with Grandpa. Rubbing a hand down my face, I considered the most delicate way to deliver the news without inspiring the third degree. “It’s not all about work.”
“Ohhhh.” He dragged the word out around a smirk, even managing to bounce his brows in insinuation. “A woman.”
“Yeah,” I said on an exhale.
“It must be serious.”
“We’re getting married.”
Blink. Blink.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
I held my breath, telling myself I’d speak first once I got to one.
One and a half.
One and one quarter.
“Hot, damn, Nicholas,” Grandpa yelped. He slapped his leg and laughed, grabbing my hand in his and holding tight.
When Vera asked me what I got out of marrying her, I gave a half-truthful reason of making my grandfather happy, but seeing his joyful elation settled something in my chest I hadn’t realized was out of place.
“I didn’t even know you were seeing someone,” he exclaimed around his brilliant smile. “How long? Do I get to meet her?”
“Not long. It’s been a bit of a whirlwind,” I answered as honestly as I could, hoping to avoid the second question. In the end, I only prolonged the inevitable of explaining it all. His mind may wander in and out, but he had moments of being sharp as a tack. There would be no getting around explaining who I was making my wife.
It was like walking into a volcano, unable to turn around, knowing you were fucked, but continuing on your path anyway.
“So, will I get to meet her?” he asked again. “Or am I going to meet your bride after you say your vows?”
“Of course, before the wedding. Soon. Promise.”
“Don’t sound so excited,” he joked. “Gosh, I don’t even know her name. Tell me, Nico. Tell me the name of the angel who has claimed your heart.”
The romantic image he painted made the truth all the harder to admit, but it was better he knew before he met her. My chest pinched, and all the happiness I’d given moments ago slipped away like sand between my fingers.
“Verana Mariano,” I choked out.
He sat up tall, his jaw working open and closed as if he wanted to laugh it away as a joke and then tell me I was full of shit or that it was wrong. Each possible reaction had a different emotion flashing across his face until finally, realization and frustration settled in.
“Nicholas Knightly Rush. What the hell are you doing?”
“It’s not—”
“What I think?”
I winced, hating that he called me on my bullshit answer because we both knew that deep down, it had to do with my revenge.
“Yes and no, but I didn’t seek her out. She just…fell into my lap.”
One brow slowly lifted, reminding me of all the times he’d find me with cookie crumbs on my mouth after I’d already gone to bed. Without saying a word, he leaned back with a deep breath, resting his linked hands atop his stomach, and waited.
Time to jump into the volcano.
With my own deep breath, I explained how I became engaged to the daughter of the man who I hated most in this world.
“She’s an innocent woman, Nicholas. Don’t involve her in your revenge,” he said when I finished.
“She’s getting more than enough out of this.”
“And how will she handle knowing she was the key to the downfall of her family company?”
“She’s smart enough to start her own, and after everything her father has put her through, she may want just that.” Grandpa shook his head, but I wouldn’t let his disappointment sway me. I’d come too far—we’d gone through too much. “I know what I’m doing, and we’ll all be better on the other side of it.”