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If I lose

Author: Bea Baum
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-17 12:52:18

BRYNN POV

Vex stands there staring at me. Trying to read my body language, he sees right through me, and I hate it.

“So, why the sudden fast track to get married? Why was Robert rushing it?” Vex finally speaks.

“To be honest, I don’t know. I’m not sure of anything. They kept me locked up. Honestly, I was ready to die. I couldn’t keep running—it wasn’t a life. And death felt easier than being sold to a ruthless, cold killer… the kind of man whose last wife… well, she mysteriously overdosed. I was ready to end it all or doing something to get me killed, but Jessie came up with a plan to get me out. And you kind of know the rest of the story from there.”

Vex goes completely still, something shifting behind his eyes. When he speaks, his voice is low, almost gentle—a stark contrast to his usual cold precision.

“Death is never the answer. Not when you have something to live for.”

“Exactly, I have nothing to live for. I’ve been caged almost my entire life. What is there for me? You’re my
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