Lacey’s POV When Selena’s palm came into contact with the manager’s face, he looked more shocked than angry initially. I was too stunned to react. Selena, meanwhile, had already pulled away without missing a beat. “There’s a camera built into these glasses,” Selena announced, tapping the c
Lacey "You and your sister have to leave this house today," my stepmother said, calmly. This was only the second week after my father's death and she's tired of pretending obviously. "I agree," I replied. "And you can’t come back. Ever," she added. "I agree," I answered with
Lacey I stood in the church, profoundly uncomfortable in my wedding dress. It wasn’t the dress’s fault. It was a lovely thing, lush satin trimmed with lace and delicate beading, with a flowing skirt and graceful sweetheart neckline, but it didn’t feel right. Nothing about this wedding felt righ
Lacey’s POV We rode a rental car back from the wedding. Still wearing my wedding dress, I bundled my veil awkwardly beside me. Tiff had gone to stay with my friend Selena for the next few days while I settled into our new home, so it was just me, my new husband, and the chauffeur in the ca
Lacey While my so-called husband's behavior often left me feeling annoyed and confused, it has to be said again that he was decent. Particularly after leaving the Julia's, I did get a good night's sleep in this new home. The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was check
Lacey “What are you doing?” Nicholas’s voice cut through the darkness, aghast. Despite the awfulness of the situation, I noted with some humour that it was the first time I’d heard him speak with any real emotion. But– My husband. Oh, god, there wasn’t any intruder. It
Nicholas’s POV When I woke up to the smell of crackling bacon, I knew I should be grateful, but all it made me feel was a mounting distrust towards my new wife. As the eldest son of the Devereaux family, after all, the wealthiest and most influential family in the city, I knew I was honour
Lacey’s POV When I saw the credit card in front of me, I wasn’t quite sure how to respond. “What’s that for?” I asked slowly, picking up the card and tucking the paper underneath it. “Shopping,” Nicholas replied, staring intensely into my eyes. I averted my gaze. “Oh, that–I