로그인ELENA POVAlmost immediately a slizzy-looking guy slipped into the stool next to me and leaned so close I could smell his cologne."Something like that," I said, turning back to my drink.He didn't take the hint instead he leaned closer, his shoulder brushing mine. "You're too pretty to be sitting here all alone. Where's your boyfriend?""Don't have one.""Even better." He grinned and signaled the bartender. "Another round for the lady. Whatever she's having.""I didn't ask for a drink.""It's on me. No strings attached." He pushed the shot toward me, his fingers brushing mine. "Just two strangers being friendly."I should have walked away. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to get up and find Tessa, but the tequila had made my brain sluggish.And a part of me didn't want to be rude so I stayed."What's your name?" he asked."Not interested.""Come on. Don't be cold.""I don't want to talk."He laughed like I'd told a joke. "You're feisty. I like that." He placed his hands on my
After the hundredth trial, the makeup finally stuck on my face without mascara running down."Damn girlllll… you look hot." Tess squealed from behind me, already dressed in a silver sequined dress that caught the light like fish scales, and before I could change my mind she grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.The club was called The Onyx Lounge; it had neon purple letters on the doorway that gleamed from miles away.It must be quite popular because a line of people stretched halfway down the block from the entrance, girls in glittering dresses, guys in tight shirts, all of them laughing too loud and already drunk but Tessa knew the bouncer.She waved at him like he was an old friend, and he lifted the velvet rope without even checking our IDs earning a lot of angry complaints from those around us."You're doing this," Tessa said, grabbing my hand and pulling me forward."I'm doing this," I repeated, because saying it out loud made it better.The place was loud with music that
ELENA POV"Marcus," I whispered. "And Sophia."Tessa went still."Say that again." She asked in disbelief"Marcus has been sleeping with Sophia, Tess, for months. I walked in on them tonight…. Tessa…. We were going to get married soon" My voice cracked on the last word. "And when I tried to—" I couldn't finish."He hit you?" She said horrified."He slapped me then he shoved me into the wall for her…he hit me" I said, and broke down sobbing.Tessa stood up and turned toward the house."I'm going to kill him.""Tessa. No.""Ellie, he put his hands on you—""I know." I grabbed her wrist. "I know but if you go in there right now, they'll call the police. Or worse. My father has security. Marcus has his own people. You can't just—""Then what are you going to do? Just let him get away with it?""Tess, please…..I really don't want to go back in there just take me away from here" I begged something in my voice must have made her understand.My whole body was shaking from the cold or maybe fr
ELENA POV"You heard me. I never wanted this. I never wanted you but my uncle owes your father, and I got stuck playing the doting fiancé.""But you…" My voice cracked. "You said you loved me. You said….that night on the beach…you said. You said—""I lied, Ellie." He snappedThe floor tilted under my feet."I lied about all of it," he continued. "From the beach, to the dinners. The way I looked at you. It was an act. You were just… convenient. A favor I should've turned down from the start.""But your father?" He laughed, "He needs this alliance. Desperately. So you have no choice, Ellie. None. You'll marry me anyway, because if you don't, your daddy loses everything. His business. His reputation. His life. So go ahead. Scream. Cry. Tell him. See what happens."Sophia slid off the bed, barefoot, and padded toward me.She stopped inches from my face, her breath smelled like wine and Marcus."What made you think he'd ever want you, Ellie?" She tilted her head,"Have you looked at yoursel
ELENA POVMarcus? I'm home early!"I nudged the front door shut with my hip, both arms wrapped around the small cake box.I'd spent the entire afternoon picking up a sample tasting for the engagement party.Two slices of chocolate caramel with gold frosting enough for us to try tonight and decide the final flavor.Our engagement party was in one week. One week until everyone knew we'd decided to be with each other.I wanted tonight to be perfect, just a quiet dinner for the two of us and maybe somewhere in between I'd be able to say that little speech I'd practiced in the car about how I couldn't wait to be his wife.The house was quiet. Too quiet."Marcus?" I called again, kicking off my flats by the stairs. He must be upstairs probably playing a game or sleeping.I climbed halfway up the stairs and noticed a red stiletto on the third step.Then a black lace bra draped over the railing and Marcus's navy button-down was crumpled on the landing like a discarded rag.My stomach tightene







