로그인JASMINE“Lana, baby, you didn’t tell me you were retiring,” Bobby continued, his grin widening.I couldn't breathe. My fingers curled into my dress as I silently begged him to stop talking. He had already said too much. If he mentioned the club or anything else from that part of my life, there would be no explaining my way out of it.“Who are you?” I managed to ask, but my voice did not sound convincing to my own ears.Damon’s hand was still around my waist. I felt his fingers tighten slightly before he stepped forward.“That’s my wife you’re speaking to.”Bobby looked at him, then back at me, then burst into laughter. “Your wife?” He glanced between us again. “Well, congratulations, man. You certainly know how to pick them.”My stomach dropped.This bastard. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Noah asked.For once, there was no trace of amusement on his face. Bobby’s smile faltered. He seemed to take in the three men standing around me for the first time. His gaze lingered on Damon,
JASMINEA painful hiss escaped me as the makeup brush jabbed my eyelid. The makeup artist who was working on my face gasped and stumbled back, covering her mouth with her palm. Before I could process the look of pure horror in her eyes, she fell to her knees. “I-I’m so sorry, Miss Willow. I didn't mean to poke you with the brush. It w-was a mistake. Please, ma'am.”“No, no, no,” I said quickly. “It was just an accident. Please, get up.”As the words left my lips, the hairstylist’s hand in my hair froze, and the servant who was straightening out my wedding dress turned to me, shock clear in her eyes. I was about to ask why they were staring at me as if I'd grown two heads when I realized why. These women were my sister's personal employees. Arrangements had been made to bring them in to ensure smooth and familiar preparations. That's why they seemed shocked. I was supposed to be Willow, and my twin sister was the furthest thing from kind and understanding.Shit. I straightened up,
ELIJAHThere was something about Willow Sinclair I was yet to put a finger on, and as I watched her smile falter for a split second, my curiosity deepened. Her expression returned to normal just as quickly. If I hadn’t been watching her so closely, I might not have noticed.I should have left, but something kept me rooted to the spot.“Of course I’m happy to see you,” she said to her friend. “I’ve just had a long day. How are you? What are you doing here?”“I’m planning the wedding!” Her friend squealed. “Can you believe it?”“That’s, like, so amazing!” Willow leaned into her friend for a hug. “I need to change out of this dress, but we can catch up later. Are you staying long?”I watched them for another moment. Willow seemed fine enough, but I noticed the way her fingers tightened around her dress, almost like she was anxious. Perhaps I was reading too much into it. One moment of hesitation wasn’t enough to draw conclusions.“I’ll leave you two to catch up,” I said, stepping into th
JASMINE I maintained the false indifferent look on my face as the brothers instructed a servant to show me to my room, but the moment I got in, I exhaled heavily and leaned against the wall in exhaustion. I knew this arrangement was going to be complicated the moment my parents spoke of it, but I didn’t expect it to be this bad. I had no idea how I was going to survive this wedding, but I reminded myself that I didn’t have a choice. For a few moments I just stood there, taking in the sight of the teal walls, the enormous bed and the large windows overlooking the gardens. It was nicer and more luxurious than any home I had ever been in. Unaccustomed to any sort of wealth, I found myself staring, eyes darting from one corner of the room to another. It felt like I had no right to be here, but I shook off the thoughts. “God,” I groaned into my palm, pushing myself off the wall and trudging to the bed. I met resistance in the process of trying to sit, and I realized why I’d been so un
JASMINEWhat. The actual. Fuck. Every time I thought this arrangement couldn’t get any worse, I was proved wrong.I stared at the three men sitting across from me, wondering if I had somehow misunderstood what Noah had just said. I was marrying all three of them? No. That couldn’t be right.For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.Noah released my chin, but I could still feel the pressure of his fingers against my skin. His grey eyes held mine for another second before he stepped away, wearing the same infuriating smile he had given me when he caught me in the rain. Of all the men I could have ended up marrying, it had to be him.My stomach tightened as I remembered how I had practically insulted him outside. Sitting here now and realizing that he was to be my husband, fear settled in my chest. I should have just kept my mouth shut. What if he rejected the marriage because of me? The whole plan would fall apart and my grandmother’s life would be at stake.I took a deep breath and
JASMINENo.I clenched my fists in the dark. No way.I didn't panic. My mind raced, putting together everything Willow had just said.Travis. Security passcodes. The Swiss account. They thought I was just a dumb waitress they could throw away. But Willow had just given me the weapon I needed. I didn't need to stop the wedding. I just needed to stay alive long enough to use this evidence against Willow when the money vanished.—The morning of the wedding came with a heavy storm.Rain pounded against the windows as maids laced me into a heavy silk wedding gown that felt like a cage.While the maids were in the other room getting the veil, I quickly reached into a vanity drawer and grabbed Willow’s extra burner phone. My hands trembled as I dialed a number I knew by heart.“Hello?” a tired voice answered on the third ring.“Lucy, it’s me,” I whispered, keeping a cautious eye on the door.“Jas?! Oh my god, where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”“Listen to me, I don’t







