OWEN WINTERS Two weeks.I'd be married in two weeks?That fucker set the wedding in two weeks! Rage came rushing through me, threatening to spill, but I held myself. My anger was visible and I could tell Amy sensed it too. “You're getting married in two weeks,” father repeated, irritating me all the more. He knew that I knew he wanted to prove me wrong, to put me in my place and to hell, to show me who was really in charge.I was making plans on how I wouldn't get married to Lyon's daughter, Lucille, but that man — my father moved the date upwards. “I heard you the first time,” I gritted my teeth, every word dripped with seething rage. An anger I could no longer contain. “So for the rest of the week, you'll be tasked with assisting her, getting to know her better… and even fall in love.” The last part made me nauseous. Lucille Gates wasn't a bad fit, but she wasn't my type. She was too clumsy, awkward and most times unbearable. Father knew I never liked her, and that basta
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