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 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

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 Nicholas looked down at Lacey with a serious expression. “Why would I push you down the stairs?” He asked. Tiff let out a shrill squeak and hid behind my legs. I cast a pleading eye at Nicholas and a slight shake of my head signaling him not to bring it up again. A smil

Nicholas’s POV When I entered the banquet hall, every head in the room swung my way. I cursed under my breath. The damn bodyguards, as always. I paid no mind to the attention, to the pathetic cloying businesspeople and their wallets full of ulterior motives. The bodyguards waved them off.